Unrestrained

by Hill, Joey W.

  The food and water did help. Except for functional comments, he remained silent until she began to feel less wobbly. She didn’t know why he was angry with her. She’d gone there to announce who and what she was, so it wouldn’t be such a shock the first time she and Dale came. She was trying to make it easier for them both. She’d wanted to handle it so he . . .

  She closed her eyes. Why was that one thing so hard for her, such a stumbling block?

  He was grumbling about it, even as he took care of her. “I’m starting to think I need to put you over my knee and beat your ass every morning to remind you that you don’t have to handle things alone. You don’t have to pave the way to make things easier for everyone else. Especially me.” He stabbed the counter with his finger to make the point. “We should have done this together. We will do it together.”

  Her gaze snapped up at that, and she shook her head. “No. I don’t want to go back there.”

  “Tough. Do you belong to me, girl?” He touched the necklace on her throat. She hadn’t taken it off once, not even after the club. “Do you want to give this back?”

  She immediately closed her hand on the choker, as if she thought he might take it away then and there. The hard look on his face eased somewhat. “Good answer. We’re going to the club. Soon, and the right way. But now we deal with this.” He ran his fingers through her limp hair. She tried to pull away, not wanting him to do that when it was dirty, but he made a quelling noise that stilled her. “What happened, Athena? Why’d you withdraw this way?”

  Over the past several days, it had drifted through her mind, a thought she’d at first refused to pin down and examine any more closely, but with nothing but time, the truth had come into focus. She wasn’t proud of herself, but she couldn’t hide from it, either, not under the weight of those blue-green eyes that demanded brutal honesty from her. “The minute I let go, that I chose to be what I want instead of who people expect me to be . . . that happened. And it felt like, by letting go of those reins, that I’d let go of a rope.”

  “Hmm. You fell down into an abyss, didn’t you?”

  It was such an accurate description of the black hole feeling of the past few days it startled her, made her lift her gaze to his face again. He pushed the chips he’d found for her closer to encourage her to keep eating, and took one himself. “Did you do grief counseling, after Roy died?”

  She shook her head. “It always seemed kind of silly to me.”

  “Yeah, me, too. Unfortunately, a couple times in my career it was mandatory. Though I only did the bare minimum required, I did learn something that helped me as well as men under my command. When it comes to losing a person close to you, the shrink warned me that sometimes people experience a second wave. You get through the first couple years, life is moving on, you’re moving on, and then suddenly something happens. It can be something small or large, but it’s like suddenly you’ve been stabbed and you’re bleeding out. Instead of grieving the person you lost, you’re grieving for someone else. Yourself, because who you were when that person was alive died, too. That can be an even tougher mourning process, because it ties up with the first, like a double whammy.”

  He fed her another chip, stroked a lock of her hair behind her ear and held it there, his fingers caressing her jaw.

  “Once I was in that abyss . . . I didn’t have to be anything.” She whispered the words, feeling the sting of shame again. “It was wrong, but . . . I didn’t want to leave.”

  A tear gathered in the corner of her eye but he absorbed it with the pad of his thumb, pressed gently there. “The first time you and I talked about where you wanted to go with this,” he said quietly, “we talked about your fear of it becoming something with expectations, a role you were required to play. I think you do want to break out of that, but because it’s what you’ve known for so long, it’s a secure place for you as well. That’s why you keep ending up in there, and the bitch of it is, it seems to creep up on you and take you down when things are going the right way.”

  His fingers tightened on her face, his countenance taking on that stern cast that always riveted her attention. It tightened up everything, even in a fragile moment like this where the reaction felt painful. “If you’re in that cell, you’re not living, Athena. Yeah, you’ve always been what people expected, and you did it well. That took courage, patience, a generous heart. But you know what else takes courage? Being who you are. Accepting the difference between bad behavior that you need to change, and people needing to mind their own damn business. When people strike out at you for being who you are, most times it’s because of something about themselves, not about you. They liked having you meeting all their expectations. It keeps their world comfortable, doesn’t it?”

  “I’m not angry with anyone. I don’t blame them for that.”

  “I’m not saying you have to. You’re a submissive, Athena, the kind that likes to make other people comfortable and happy. But there’s a line.” His gaze sharpened on her. “When you decided to be who you really are with me, that meant you could no longer be what some other people want you to be. Unfortunately, Sheila has a narrow paradigm and some issues, and she struck out at you when you hit that rocky territory. That’s her problem, not yours. Understand?”

  She nodded. She wanted to do more than hear the words. She wanted to feel them, believe them. It was easier with Dale here, but the past three days had bogged her down in a swamp of reactions not easily overcome, even by his formidable presence. She remembered how easily it had come apart without his presence. It was hard to believe in a reality that fragile.

  Dale touched her chin, drawing her attention again. “This relationship works for you and me because you’re being who you want to be, and I always want you to be that. That’s why I’m so tough on you when you start handling things. I love everything I know about you thus far, but you know what? There are going to be things I don’t like. Beyond your fondness for Stealth. Maybe you have a hidden passion for reality TV or you’ll want the toilet roll turned a different way from how I want it.”

  She almost managed a small smile at that, but his expression stayed serious. “And that’s going to be okay. But what will never be okay, what I’ll never accept, is you denying your heart just to please me. Because all I want is to love you and care for you. No, don’t you start crying again.”

  Pulling her off the stool, he stood her between his knees and held her, cupping her skull with one hand and keeping his other arm tight around her. “The rest is just icing or chaff, girl, and we work through it. I’m sure you don’t like everything about me, but you’re still with me, right?”

  She sniffled, drawing back enough to give him a teary smile. “You are kind of overbearing sometimes.”

  His lips curved in response. “Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Sorry. Retired Master Chief is listed as ‘overbearing SOB’ in the dictionary.”

  She reached out with trembling fingers, put them on his somber face. “I’m so sorry.”

  “The apology you need to make is to yourself, girl. You’re a kickass, smart woman. I’ve seen you work a room of over five hundred people, understand who and what each one of them is with just a brief conversation. So why’d you let a couple catty women and one emotionally constipated bartender rip you to shreds like this?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know. I’m really not sure. Maybe I thought . . . I went to them as myself, no shields, and so I wasn’t ready for what that felt like, being hit without any protection in place.”

  “Yeah. Which is why I should have been with you.” He gave her a sharp pinch on the ass that made her jump, but he held her in place. “Our relationship, your being a sub; you thought it was all a glass house because you couldn’t handle it by yourself, didn’t you? You are a formidable woman, Mrs. Summers. But on those very rare occasions when you aren’t invincible, that’s where you rely on your Master.”

  She
could swear the man read minds. But since it was exactly what she’d thought, his answer brought relief, tears, and a hope that just maybe, he was right. He took a firmer grip on her.

  “When you first learned how to drive, did you do it all by yourself?” When she shook her head, he gave her another one of those admonishing pinches. “No, you didn’t. You were probably a little scared, too. It’s something, being behind the wheel of a car for the first time, knowing if you do something wrong you could kill yourself or someone else. Try learning how to handle explosives.”

  She did smile at that, though her eyes were still dewy. He kissed both her eyelids, letting out a quiet oath. “When your eyes are full of tears, you break my heart, girl. I forbid you to cry ever again.”

  She snuffled at that, her face now pressed to his neck. “My point being,” he continued with mock sternness that wasn’t entirely teasing, “When you embrace something entirely new, you accept guidance, a teacher. Help. This is no different.”

  He tipped up her chin, stared at her. “It’s time for you to trust me, once and for all, girl. No, don’t you start thinking you failed me. Or yourself. This isn’t like that. It’s learning to do the three-point turn and the parallel parking. You’re reaching for new skills, expanding who you are, who you’re meant to be.” He touched her cheek. “To trust me, you have to trust yourself. Give yourself that gift, Athena. Give us both that gift.”

  She rolled that thought around her tired mind, feeling that tiny spark of hope expanding inside her. It was so simple, really. So hard and so simple at once.

  He sighed. “Christ, I missed you. I was trying to give you space, and then I just decided, fuck it, I’m going over there.”

  “I’m glad you did. Though I really need a bath. I look—”

  “Don’t.” He stopped her. “Let’s get you fed, then we’ll worry about the rest. I’m here, and we’re going to talk this out some more, figure it out, make it better. All right?”

  She nodded. Trust him, trust herself. It was a leap of faith, and it started now. Maybe, as he said, she merely needed constant reminding to stay on the right track. Then she thought about how he’d said he’d do that, and that spark flickered with the possibility of a much different kind of heat.

  —

  He insisted she finish the entire sandwich and glass of water before they left the kitchen. If she managed it, he also promised she could have a shower. Though she had to accomplish it at a slow pace, he was patient. He also kept the conversation to easy things, random topics. Apparently his intent that they discuss what had happened further wasn’t going to be pressed any more tonight, to her relief. As they went up the stairs to her bedroom, he kept his arm around her waist, steadying her as they went. He also brought a napkin of Lynn’s oatmeal raisin cookies and an additional bottle of water, which he sat on her nightstand. “Take off your pajamas, Athena,” he told her. “I’ll sit with you while you take a shower.”

  She obeyed, but avoided looking at herself in the closet mirror until he came and stood behind her, pressing his clothed body against her bare one. She’d been so detached from everything these few days, his touch against her bare skin was startling, but in a welcome way. He captured her hands in his.

  “Look at yourself, Athena. That’s an order.”

  Limp hair, tired eyes, no makeup. His collar on her throat. Her posture reflected her weariness.

  “You look like you’ve been through hell,” he murmured against her ear. “But you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You get that, right?”

  She closed her eyes as he slid her hair to the side and kissed her neck, lips nuzzling the collar. He slid his touch from her hips to her breasts, holding them in his large hands. Her lashes lifted, because she wanted to see how that looked. Her nipples started to respond to his touch immediately.

  When she drew in a breath, she realized she hadn’t been able to draw in deep like that for three days. In her self-imposed prison, Dale had been a vital element she’d denied herself, such that it seemed her lungs hadn’t been able to work at full capacity.

  “Why didn’t you call me, Athena?” he asked, mouth still against her flesh.

  “Because . . . I’d done something wrong. I messed it up. I was ashamed. I didn’t feel like . . . I deserved to reach out to you to make it better.”

  He lifted his head, his grip on her increasing so she was leaning back against him. He stroked her breasts, making that quiet sound in his throat when her body wanted to move restlessly against his touch. He wanted her to be still, so she tried. But Lord, the man had magic in those long fingers. Then he spoke, and that velvet timbre subdued her.

  “You remember why you said you wanted to help me take care of my leg? You said it honors your submission to be able to care for your Master. That my willingness to look to you for that would emphasize that you belong to me.”

  When she nodded, he put his thumbs under her nipples, slowly pressing upward so he tilted the sensitive tips, spearing sensation right down to her core. Her head dropped back on his shoulder and her throat arched, displaying her unconscious surrender to him as he increased the strength of that touch. “Masters have a similar need,” he said in a husky voice, his eyes fixed on what he was doing to her. “You’re a strong woman, Athena. When you turn to me for help, it’s an honor I cherish. It tells me you trust me to be your Master, to step up when you need me. I should have been with you at the club, but after that happened, the first thing you should have done was call me. Next time something like this happens, I hope you’ll do me the honor.”

  Normally he insisted, demanded, ordered. Did he realize what a devastating tactic it was to put it like that, taking them back to the critical and emotional first step of a Master-sub relationship? No matter how much a submissive belonged to her Master, she had to first give consent to that ownership. She had to give him her trust.

  She wrapped her mind around that. “So if you trust me to care for your leg for the right reasons, and I trust you to help me when I can’t figure things out, then ultimately we start having more faith in one another?”

  “Yeah, something like that. Good way to shine that mirror on me, too.” He gave her a fond pinch. “Are you sure you want to do a shower? I’m a little concerned about you being on your feet.”

  “It’s easier to wash my hair that way.” She looked up at him, dared to lift a hand and graze his jaw. “But if you’re worried, you could come in the shower with me.”

  He chuckled. “I should have known you’d figure out how to manipulate that ‘asking for my help’ in your favor.”

  “You did say I was a smart woman.”

  Such simple things—seeing his smile, hearing his laugh—made things exponentially better. He was right. She should have called him.

  He glanced down at himself. “If I do that, I can’t put my leg back on until morning. Bathing changes the shape and size of the stump.”

  “Like trying to put on rings after you get out of the shower,” she surmised. Since he’d dropped his touch back to her hips, she turned in his arms. “I don’t have a problem with that. I do have a gun, Master. I can protect you.”

  A devastating and brilliant smile crossed his face. “I am capable of protecting myself—and you—with only one leg, Mrs. Summers. But it’s nice to know I have backup. When did you learn to shoot?”

  “I’ve always known. My father taught me, and of course Roy has a range on the property for his own target shooting. He liked skeet as well. It’s a nice range. You’re welcome to use it. As well as any of your friends.”

  “There she goes again, trying to get Lawrence and Neil back over here,” he teased.

  She pushed at him and he caught her hands. Sobering, he studied her face, bent to press his forehead briefly against hers. “You really should have called me, Athena. I wish you’d trusted me.”

  He spoke to her now simply a
s her lover, and his disappointment stabbed her more deeply than his anger or his fierce insistence as her Master. She wanted to tell him it would never happen again, but she couldn’t. Hard as it was when she wanted to soothe that pain, she made herself tell the truth.

  “I know. It will take me time, Dale.”

  “Yeah, it will. I’m proud of you for trusting me enough to tell me that, not trying to reassure me with bullshit. I don’t need that, Athena. I just need your honesty.” His eyes became more focused and intent then, back to being a Dom’s direct expression. “In fact, I pretty much require it.”

  His hand slipped to her nape, and he drew her to him, kissed her forehead. It was a chaste blessing, but a reassuring one. “Let’s get into the shower.”

  She remembered the first time they’d showered together here. When she’d seen the shower stool at his place and realized he needed it to bathe comfortably and safely, she’d made a point of directing his attention to a similar accommodation she already had in place at her own home. As Roy had become sicker, they’d had a shower bench installed in the master bath, one that swung outside the stall so he could sit down to take off his clothes. Athena could then help him maneuver himself and the bench into the large shower area and adjust the multiple spray heads appropriately.

  The fact she hadn’t had the feature removed made shared showers with Dale possible, a blissful experience. There were advantages to the set-up for two healthy people that Dale had quickly made clear to her, and re-emphasized now. Once he divested himself of his clothes and the prosthesis, he drew her closer to him, making her straddle his thighs as he ran his hands over her now bare body, laying soft kisses on her breasts, familiarizing himself with every inch of her once again, until she was trembling with emotion and physical response both.