by Marlee Wray
“So why were you looking to feed J his teeth?”
“All kinds of reasons. You want a list?” Rory joked, pouring them each another glass.
“Yeah, give me the list.”
“Seriously?”
Shay nodded.
Rory laughed. “J’s a smug son-of-a-bitch. I was pissed at both him and at D for not giving her to me when I told them to. I knew she would be better off with me, and I was right. What number am I on?”
“Four,” Shay said without missing a beat, which made Rory laugh again.
“Plus, I like to fight. I straight-up like confrontation. When I was a little kid, I’d get into an argument with my parents and I’d follow them around the house until my dad took off his belt and settled things or they conceded the point. They were sure I was gonna be a lawyer.”
“A smart mouth didn’t work on the street though?”
“No, by the time I was twelve, I found something I liked better than arguing. No need to talk at all in fact, other than to say, ‘Let’s get to it.’” Rory smiled for a moment. “Too fast though kids graduated to guns and that didn’t interest me.”
“Never a banger?”
“No. That life owns you. When it comes to ownership, I want to do the owning. I knew by the time I was fourteen that I wanted to spank a girl’s ass and tie her to my bed. You?”
“Younger. I found BDSM porn on the net when I was thirteen. I didn’t stumble onto it. I was searching for it.”
Rory nodded. “That’s the big reason I was going to give J’s nose a stripe.”
“A stripe?”
“A scar. Lotta times when a broken nose heals it gets that white line on the bridge.”
“You had a plan to break his nose?”
“Yeah, a jaw would’ve been taking it too far. That’s gotta be wired for weeks. Sometimes surgery. A nose, it’s one quick pop, blood and pain for a few days, then life goes back to normal while it heals.”
“That you know that and took it into consideration says a lot about you,” Shay said, laughing. “You were about to say what the main reason was.”
Rory’s phone rang, and he sat forward. Kate’s face lit the screen and Rory smiled. “Let me check,” he said, swiping the screen. “‘Lo.”
“Hi,” she said. “Is this a bad time?”
“No, I can talk for a minute. You all right?”
“Yes, except I miss you.”
He smiled, but said nothing.
“That’s not the only reason I called though. I did a semester project that my professor submitted to a design contest and it won.”
“That’s great, kitten. Is it on your laptop?”
“Yes.”
“Make sure you bring it with you. I wanna see it.”
“I will. When? Tonight?”
“No, tomorrow.”
“I could come tonight. My bag’s all packed,” she said softly.
“Tomorrow,” he repeated. “Listen, I’ve gotta go. I’ve got someone here.”
She was silent, and he could feel the question. She wasn’t his girlfriend; she was his pet. She didn’t have a right to ask, and it seemed like she knew not to. If she had, he probably wouldn’t have told her. But she didn’t ask.
“It’s Shay. You met him?”
“Yes. Did you talk to anyone else from there?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. But everything’s all right.”
“Were people mad at me?”
“No, no one was mad. Go to bed now, kitten. If you’re tired tomorrow, you’ll be in trouble.”
“Okay, sweet dreams.”
“You, too.” Rory ended the call and dropped his phone on the couch.
Shay gave him an assessing look.
Rory returned it.
“No one was mad?”
“Girls worry, especially that one.” He had an ache in his shoulder that was making itself known. He’d need to get on that, so it didn’t interfere with the things he wanted to do to Kate.
“So she’s the main reason. She was upset about something that happened in the office?”
“No, she was upset that J wasn’t me.”
“What did she expect you to do? Bust into the office like a jealous boyfriend? It’s a BDSM club, and he was training her to be a club submissive.”
“I know,” Rory said, stretching. “If you judge the thing based on rationality, it’s never gonna score very high.”
“You’re the last guy I would’ve expected to get worked up over some little sub’s ruffled feathers. You barely talk to any of them outside a scene.”
“True statement.”
“I’m surprised you collared her so fast. Did you think—?”
“No, man,” Rory said with a laugh. “No analysis. Not much thinking on it at all. I wanted her under my control, and I made it so. That’s it.” He stood. “Stay as long as you want and make yourself at home. I gotta ice this shoulder before I go to bed.”
Chapter Fourteen
Rory woke twice during the night and both times he regretted not going to get Kate. Going forward, he would pick her up on Fridays after class. During the week, if he wanted her to stay overnight, he could hire a car service to take her back to school. There was an outfit he used to take him to the airport and to drive him when he knew he’d be drinking too much to drive.
He could have used one of the vetted Marquis Club drivers to drive Kate, but he wasn’t up for that yet. He wanted the club’s only access to her to be through him. Not that drivers were allowed to talk to the girls. The club had a lot of rules. That one Rory liked just fine.
He rubbed the top of his head. He wasn’t buzzed anymore, but he tasted stale booze on his breath. He’d lay off drinking for a couple of weeks. He glanced at the clock. Six in the damn morning. What the hell was he doing awake? Was his kitten awake? He could have her back at his place in an hour and change. Naw, not yet.
He rolled out of bed and pulled on shorts. He needed a good sweat to detox and wake up.
He hit the running trail near the house ten minutes later. He sprinted through sections and actually felt like puking at one point. He stopped and walked it off, spitting a few times till the feeling passed. How much of that bottle had he drunk?
He got home near seven and drank sixteen ounces of Gatorade before he showered. He was shaving when he heard his phone. He lifted his watch from the vanity. Seven-thirty? There was only one person who wasn’t going to get a WTF response to a text sent so early in the morning. If it was her, he’d have a better response awaiting her later in the day. His cock rose to half-mast. For fuck’s sake. Wood every time he thought about her, like he was seventeen.
The text was from her. A kiss emoji, then, If I woke u up, I’m so, so, so sorry. Just wanted u 2 know I’m awake when u want me.
He typed, Coming 2 get u, and hit send.
A second later, from her: YAY!!!
He smirked. She was sweet enough to give him cavities. How did anyone reach nineteen and still seem so young? Drunk on a couple of shots of tequila? He’d so wanted to fuck her that night. Then she got emotional when he teased her, and he knew things were too likely to go sideways. She wasn’t ready for the mouth he had on him during sex if she was feeling fragile. But she’d been naked, so he’d gotten the hell out of the room. He had a lot of control. Had to have it or he’d hurt a sub for real. But she’d almost been more temptation than he could manage. What the hell was it about this girl?
* * *
It took a lot of self-control for Kate to keep herself from taking her roller bag down to stand on the sidewalk. It was daytime after all, but he’d said to wait inside. He was so protective, crazily so. But she didn’t mind.
When he got there, she hurried down and threw herself into his arms. She kissed him like they hadn’t seen each other in a year.
“All right, kitten. Settle down,” he said, but he was laughing. He glanced at the carryon-size suitcase.
“I’m not planning to overstay. I know it looks
like too much.”
“No. Actually might not be enough,” he said, putting it in the trunk.
“Oh,” she said with a small smile. “How long am I coming for?”
“I don’t know. Do you have school clothes in there, too? To stay Sunday night and go right to class?”
“Yes, I have a pair of jeans I can wear for school.”
“And only for school,” he said. “Did you bring your computer?”
She patted her tote bag.
“Give it here. It’ll be fine in the trunk,” he said and put it in. “That dress suits you. New?”
She nodded, smoothing down the Lycra-infused material. It had a flower print of peach and fuchsia. More a spring dress, but she’d thought he might like it. It had reminded her of the blooming flower petals in the locker room at the Marquis Club, which she’d realized afterward were meant to be reminiscent of vaginal lips and folds.
In the car, she said, “You’re so strict about who drives me and where I’m allowed to wait. Did something happen?”
Rory nodded. “Before my time at the club. Anytime you have a place that’s very exclusive, there’s resentment from those who want to join but aren’t invited in. D’s always treated subs like the precious resource they are, so we have the best ones. I guess there were a couple of submissives who’d left another club. A couple of assholes they’d known came and took them right off the street while another sub was coming to pick them up.”
“Oh, my God. Raped?”
“Yeah, and tortured… in the wrong way.”
She leaned back, feeling slightly dizzy.
“The lifestyle attracts guys who are abusers.”
“And how would a victim testify against them?” she murmured. “Yes, Your Honor, I let men hurt me for pleasure. But this was different. I swear. And then to have to go into detail about how it’s different? To have to explain to someone who doesn’t understand? To get cross-examined on a witness stand,” she said and shuddered. “I didn’t have the guts. When things were done to me.”
“Hey,” he said sharply. “I don’t want you replaying that stuff in your head.”
“No. You’re right. And I am okay now. I’m not broken.”
“I know.” He closed his fist around the gearshift, tight enough to make his knuckles white.
“I’ll be careful,” she said.
“I know you will. And so we’re clear, I expect that if you ever find yourself in a situation that you can’t handle, for whatever reason, your first call is to me. Even if you just get a bad feeling, I want to hear about it.”
“I promise.”
He gave her a sideways glance, and the corner of his mouth rose.
“What?”
“I was just thinking that the best way for me to keep you safe is to keep you right next to me. If you try to wander off, don’t expect to get very far.”
“Wander off?” she said, shaking her head as she glanced out the window. “I don’t think so. All I want this weekend is to be right in your pocket.”
He smirked. “Then all my favorite things would be in one place.”
* * *
“Kate,” Rory yelled. What the hell was taking her so long? He’d sent her to the bedroom to put her stuff away, and she’d been gone forever.
“One more minute,” she called. “I have a surprise!”
His phone buzzed. He pulled it from his pocket. So much for keeping his girl there.
It was a text from Kate.
Dear Sir. Please go in the living room, sit down, and close your eyes.
He smiled and typed, Why?
“Please?” she called from down the hall.
He shook his head, but walked into the living room and sat down.
“Are your eyes closed?” she asked, her voice closer. He looked over, but she was obviously hiding around the corner.
He closed his eyes. “Get in here,” he said.
“Don’t open yet. Just thirty more seconds.”
He moved his lips, counting backward to tease her.
“Okay,” she said a few moments later.
He opened his eyes, and his kitten was a kitten. She had a headband with black pointed ears. She’d painted cat’s eyes, the tip of a nose, and whiskers on her face with makeup, and had her leather collar on her throat. She wore a black lace-up bustier with black thong panties and on her feet, she had knee-high black stockings with pink pads on the toes, just like a kitten’s. She was bent over a bowl of milk on the floor, drinking the milk with her bruised ass in the air.
She turned her head and smiled at him. “Cute?”
“Kittens don’t talk. They do drink milk though.”
She bent and dipped her tongue rhythmically into the milk.
“I had a lot of plans, but fuck it. I think I’m gonna spend the rest of the day sitting here, watching you do that.”
She laughed, then leaned further down and puckered her lips and sucked some of the liquid into her mouth. He watched the ring on the collar bob as she swallowed.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. She even had her fingers curled like paws.
When she’d drunk half the bowl, she turned her face. There were dots of milk on her nose and chin.
“Enough?” she asked.
“No. How many gallons of milk are in the fridge?”
She laughed, licking the milk off her lips. “Kittens can drink other things besides milk, you know,” she said.
“You don’t say.”
She brought her paws up to catch the drops on her chin and nose.
“Come here.”
She crawled to him in a way designed to make him want to fuck her for days. She knelt between his legs and looked up at him through her long spiky lashes. She was dead gorgeous.
He caught her face in his hand and licked the milk off her.
She licked the back of one hand and offered him the other. He licked her hand, locking eyes with her as he did so.
He leaned back. She bent forward and licked his zipper. His cock was extremely interested in kittens.
“Come up here. Lie across my lap.”
She crawled across him. He ran a hand over her ass. It wouldn’t always bruise like this. The first time was always impressive. He squeezed each cheek, making her squirm and pant. He slapped the backs of her thighs, spanking them until they turned red and she was gasping for breath and lifting her ass. He gave each cheek one swat.
“Ow! Please!”
“Please what?”
He slid her panties down and dipped his fingers into her. That juicy sex was a bowl that he’d gladly drink from, but his cock throbbed harder than his heartbeat.
“Up,” he said. “That show was too good.”
She stood, cheeks flushed, makeup smeared. She was so fucking beautiful. He liked her smooth, flawless skin. But he loved seeing her smudged and covered with marks he’d given her.
“Take those the rest of the way off. You’re done wearing them,” he said, nodding at the underwear around her thighs.
She slid them to her ankles and stepped out of them. He took her wrist in a firm grip and led her to the bedroom.
He pulled the satin strip at the bottom of the bustier to untie the laces. He jerked it open, making her fall forward with a gasp. He almost smiled. She was so damn young.
He gave her a push, and she fell back on the bed. She started to slide up toward the headboard.
“Did I tell you to move?”
She froze. “No, Sir.”
He put her nipples in clamps and tightened the screws until she grimaced and clutched the sheets. He grabbed a clamp and lifted, pulling her breast up until she arched. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened. Her responsiveness was gasoline on the flames.
He slapped the undersurface of her tit. She whimpered.
“I bet if I spank these I can get them as red and swollen as your ass was that night.”
“Maybe,” she whispered.
Was that a challenge? He smiled. His
little fallen angel.
In the car, when they’d been talking about girls being taken and tortured and he’d imagined for a second someone taking Kate and really hurting her, he’d had a raw visceral reaction of rage the likes of which he’d never known. They would need DNA to identify the body, he’d thought. And yet, here he was going for the flogger.
* * *
Kate’s arms were chained over her head so she couldn’t even wipe her tears off her face. Mascara stung her eyes, and her breasts were on fire. Every time she started to scream and thought about using her safeword, he stopped to lick and kiss her while stroking between her legs. It was awful and amazing at the same time.
Finally he released the clamps, and as blood rushed back to her nipples, she did scream. He sucked one into his mouth and lightly chewed on it. Too intense. She screamed again.
“I hate you,” she sobbed.
“I know,” he said, sliding a finger through her wetness and swirling it around her clit. “Want me to make you love me again?” he teased.
“I won’t. You can’t make me.”
A dark smirk played on his lips. “No?” He sucked the tip of her other breast into his mouth and chewed on it. The throbbing pain drove her out of her mind. She opened and closed her fists impotently and pulled on the chains.
He moved between her legs.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her feet together.
“Something you want, kitten?” he asked.
“You know! Please don’t make me wait anymore,” she begged.
“Tell me.”
“Please fuck me, Sir.”
He pushed into her. She groaned and tried to escape. She was still raw and swollen down there from the last time. Even as ready as she was, he was too big.
He grabbed her hips and held her in place, his fingers digging into her. So many sensations. He was still inside her, stretching her so much it ached.
“No, wait! I’m too sore. Just use your fingers.”
“No.”
His thumb was back over her clit, worrying it until she thought she’d lose her mind.
