He shook his head. “Sugar, you’re going to have to start talking to me sometime. This isn’t going to work unless I can trust you to tell me when you’re scared or overwhelmed.” He grabbed a cushion off the dining room chair and placed it on the tile floor. “I want you to kneel here while I go prepare some things.”
Sugar and spice. That didn’t sound good.
Duncan stepped back into the kitchen. He’d never really taken much notice of the décor of his house until Laken had mentioned the awful carpet. He could afford to do all the redecorating he wanted, but this place had never felt like home.
He took a moment to find his calm. He was going to push and push hard. After tonight they had three more nights. Three more nights to make her see again that this could be pleasurable, that she could enjoy the things that now scared her.
“Laken.” He waited until she looked up at him.
“I’ve placed some things on the bed. I want you to go in there and look at everything. Then I want you to make two piles. In the pile on the left, place all the things that you’re comfortable with. In the pile on the right should be the things you are most afraid of.”
She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Are you going to use the things I’m most afraid of?”
Poor baby.
“Do as you were ordered, baby.”
She nodded and got to her feet, moving slowly into the bedroom. He gave her butt a few pats as she went past him, unable to resist touching her. For five minutes he paced up and down the hallway. Finally, unable to stand it, he pushed the bedroom door open to find her staring down at the bed.
“Okay, sugar, have you finished?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Look at me.”
Her pupils were dilated, but her breathing was okay. He ran his gaze over the row of implements. In the comfortable pile were the vibrator, paddle, feather and butt plug. Down the scary end were the flogger, a whip, a cane and nipple clamps.
Christ, he winced as he imagined that bastard using nipple clamps. She had particularly sensitive nipples and he’d only ever used the lightest of clamps on her.
“Okay, sugar. I want you to choose one thing you want me to use on you tonight.”
He fully expected her to go for the vibrator or feather. He was totally unprepared for what she did choose. He glared down at the flogger she held in her shaking hand.
“Baby, are you sure?”
“Y-yes. Yes,” she said more firmly, holding it out to him. “I’m sure, Sir.”
“Wouldn’t you rather go for the paddle or vibrator?” he said almost a little desperately.
“You said it was my choice. I want you to use the flogger. I trust you. We don’t have time to ease me into this. You need to push me. T-this will push me. It’s different that the one he used.”
“He would use a really hard, rough flogger. Then he would move on to the whip. I’m not, I can’t do the whip, I’m not sure I ever can, I—”
Duncan held a finger out, placing it on her lips. By this time she was shaking so hard, he couldn’t stand it. If he didn’t calm her down she was going to make herself sick.
He took her into his arms, chucking the flogger back onto the bed. Rocking gently, he held her until her shudders died. She was so delicate, so tiny against him.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You have the power here. You can stop this at any time.”
“I can do this, Sir. I want to. With you.”
Christ, he was realizing now just how much more courageous she was than him.
“Did you notice what the flogger I chose was made of?”
He pulled back to look at her.
She glanced from him to the flogger nervously. “Velvet, Sir.”
“Laken, eyes on me,” he ordered, watching her carefully. She was nervous, worried, but the fear had lessened. Laken had always been strong, despite her fragile appearance and she’d pulled herself back from terror. She looked up at him with trust in her eyes. He wouldn’t let her down.
“Put everything but the flogger away in the chest in the wardrobe. That’s where all your toys will be kept. Then I want you to come back to me.”
Duncan stretched and tried to find that deep well of calm inside himself. If his sub was brave enough to face her fears this way, then he had to pull himself together and give her what she needed.
“Sir?” she queried. He opened his eyes to find her standing in front of him. Unable to help himself, he placed a hand around the back of her neck and dragged her towards him, kissing her deeply.
“Brave little sub,” he told her. “I want you to pick up the flogger.”
She grabbed it, holding it out to him. He shook his head. “Run it over your other hand, feel how soft it is.”
She took a deep breath, but did as he’d ordered.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Soft, a little ticklish.”
“This used to be your favorite flogger, remember?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was still running it over her hand absentmindedly.
“Tell me what you want out of this, sugar?” he asked her.
“I want to not be so scared anymore. And I want to please you,” she told him.
“Baby, you always please me. It pleases me how much trust you’re showing in me and how brave you’re being. You know I’d never hurt you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. I know.”
“You used to enjoy the way the flogger would caress your skin and send tingles of sensation through your body. Is that what you want again?”
Her breathing was coming slightly faster.
“Yes.”
He cleared his throat.
“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly.
Duncan ran his finger down her face, over her chest and around her nipple.
“Imagine how it will feel to have the flogger caressing you here. Warm strands of velvet lightly flicking your nipples until they’re hard and throbbing. Then I might move it down here,” he placed his hand on her mound, cupping her, “with your legs split the flogger could lightly caress this swollen bud.” He ran his finger around her clit, tapping it until she let out a low whimper, her body trembling.
There, that was better, he thought with satisfaction. Arousal had overcome much of her trepidation, leaving her body trembling with anticipation rather than imagined fear.
“Go lie on your stomach, hold onto the headboard. I’m not going to tie you this time, but I don’t want you reaching down or shifting around, understand? If you move I might strike you in the wrong place.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go on then.”
She scrambled up on the bed. Duncan sighed as she flinched a little when he sat beside her.
“Easy, sugar.”
“Sorry, Sir. I’ll be better.”
“Shh,” he told her, running his hand over her body. “What’s your safe word, baby?”
“Odie, Sir.”
“You’ll use it if you get too scared or are experiencing any pain. Tonight isn’t about pain, sugar.” He was hoping all she would experience was pleasure and arousal.
Standing, he reached over for the flogger. Before she could tense and wind herself up again, he flicked the flogger over her lightly, moving it over her upper back. Then he concentrated on her buttocks.
Stopping, he moved up to her head, checking on her breathing.
“Where are we at, sugar?” he asked.
“Green, Sir,” she replied in a small voice.
“Good, sugar. You’re doing so well.”
He continued on, carefully building up intensity. Her skin was flushing, her breathing even and deep. He moved down her legs.
“How you doing now, sugar?”
“Green, Sir.” Her answer came slower, her words almost slurring.
“Roll over, baby,” he told her.
She let go of the headboard, rolling slowly, showing no discomfit from having to lie on her heated back. Good, that was exactly what he’d been aiming f
He helped her position herself then just ran the flogger over her body, paying particular attention to her breasts.
“Part your legs.”
Duncan aimed the flogger on the tops of her thighs until she’d obeyed him and her legs were wide enough apart to satisfy him. He then ran the strands up the inside of one thigh then over her mound and down the other thigh. He did that over and over as her breath came faster, harder. He lightly flicked the strands of the flogger down on her mound.
She cried out, her eyes closing.
“Tell me how you’re doing, sugar.”
“Great,” she sighed. He lightly flogged her nipples.
“What was that?” he asked sternly.
“Green, Sir. Green for go.”
He smiled and moved the flogger back to her mound. Laken thrashed her head from side to side, her knuckles white as she held on tightly to the headboard. He put the flogger down and kneeling between her legs, he pushed her thighs even wider, holding them down with his forearms. Parting her pussy lips he blew on her clit.
“Oh, oh,” she cried out. Her legs pressed against his arms as she tried to move, but he held her still, wanting her to know exactly who was in charge.
Leaning down, he took a deep lick of her sweet juices. He played with her clit, sucking and tapping, pulling back just as he felt her tense, ready to come.
“Sir, please,” she begged.
“Please what, sugar?” he asked in a husky voice. His dick was throbbing, demanding release.
“I need to come.”
“Then come, baby.” He took her clit into his mouth, sucking hard. Moving his arms, he released his thighs so he could thrust two fingers deep inside her. Her passage contracted around his fingers as she came with a loud yell.
Duncan lay beside her, rubbing his hand over her stomach as she came down. He kissed her cheek, her nose, her lips then her neck.
“Explain to me what scared you earlier, sugar,” he ordered in a quiet voice. He needed to ask while her guard was down.
“The flogger. And the whip. And the cane. The clamps.” She shuddered.
“I meant before that. What scared you earlier when you were standing in the hallway? I left you to check the house and when I came back you looked afraid. What were you thinking about?”
“I was worried about you leaving me. About him being able to get to me. About being helpless again. I don’t like feeling helpless.”
Jesus, she really thought that he would leave her alone?
“Baby, you know I would never leave you alone when you’re bound, don’t you?”
Hell, he’d have her by his side every moment if he could. But they didn’t want to alert this psycho that they were on to him, so he had to put his trust in the men his brothers had watching over her during the day. But when they were in the club, though, he’d be sticking to her like glue.
“What if he tricked you? He’s smart. I’d be helpless. I couldn’t fight.” Her breathing was growing ragged. He quickly sat up, pulling her onto his lap. Grabbing a blanket from the end of the bed, he wrapped it around her as he held her tight. He rocked her slightly, although whether it was to comfort her or himself he wasn’t too sure.
Eventually, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He reached for the glass of water he’d placed on the bedside cabinet earlier and held it against her lips. She drunk thirstily.
“That was really sneaky,” she accused him, although her voice held a touch of admiration.
He grinned. “I know. But I wanted to know what was going on in that head of yours. Now, I’m going to check the house is all locked up and then you can help me take care of this.” He grasped hold of his cock, pumping it a few times before climbing off the bed.
Laken lay back on the bed, waiting as Duncan checked over the house. He walked into the bedroom, still naked, his cock hard and thick. He grasped hold of the base, pulling on it firmly as he stared down at her.
“Do you want this, sugar?”
“Yes.” So badly.
He raised a brow.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” he teased, his eyes sparkling.
She grinned up at him. “Please, Sir, oh great one, give me your cock. I want it so bad.”
“How bad?”
“So, so bad.” She kneeled and reached for him. He stepped closer and kissed her.
God, he tasted amazing, coffee with a hint of chocolate. Reaching down, she grasped hold of his cock, pumping firmly. Duncan followed her as she laid back and guided him into her. She was more than ready. He slipped inside her easily and their groans mingled in the air. She’d missed this, missed him.
“More, more,” she panted.
He stilled. “Condom.”
“I’m on the pill. I got tested after Ricky.”
“I’ve been tested too. Are you sure?”
“Yes, please. I need you like this.”
He knelt back then pulled her over his lap. She stared at his cock as he thrust himself inside her.
“Feels so damn good,” he said. “Like coming home.” He thrummed her clit with his thumb. “I won’t last long, sugar. I’ve been waiting too long for this.”
“Yes, yes,” she agreed, thrashing her head back and forth. He found that special place inside her and she gasped as he ran his dick over it, long, firm brushes that soon had her head reeling with pleasure. She screamed as she came around him, clenching hard. Duncan thrust forward firmly, once, twice then he joined her, his cry filling the room.
Chapter Fourteen
Laken looked up with a smile as the doorbell chimed. It had been a full-on day and she was looking forward to going home, putting her feet up and letting Duncan pamper her.
Her life had changed drastically over the last few days. She and Duncan had spent every night together. He’d helped her face a number of her fears, showing a great deal of patience and understanding and she was starting to wonder why she’d tried to hide things from him.
She yawned, fighting back a wave of exhaustion. Stress and lack of sleep were starting to wear her down, though. She had to admit that she couldn’t wait for that holiday he’d promised her.
“How can I help…” her voice trailed off as she saw who it was. Her gaze narrowed as she stood up straight, glaring at the man before her.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed. She glanced around him, out the window. No doubt her watcher had seen Ricky arrive and would call Duncan. She’d yet to spot the man who was keeping watch over her, but Duncan assured her that he was there.
“I need to speak to you,” Ricky whined. He whined a lot. She’d blocked it out when she was dating him, but now it just annoyed her.
“Well, I don’t want to speak with you,” she told him. “You need to go home, Ricky. I’m with someone else.”
“That cop,” he spat out. “He’s just a small town idiot, who is full of his own importance. He’s not worthy of you, Laken. You’re wasted in this backward town with that pig. Come home with me. I’ve missed you.”
She stared at him for a long moment, trying to cool her temper. She figured she only had a few minutes before Duncan arrived. “For your information, I like living here. This backward town as you call it, is the home of most of my friends and family. The people here care about one another. They would never betray me. Duncan is much more of a man that you could ever dream to be. Go home, Ricky.”
“Father wants you back.” God, he wasn’t going to cry was he? His face was red, sweaty. “He’s offering you a raise and a promotion; you’d be a fool to turn it down for this crappy shop and a man who hasn’t evolved too far from the apes.”
She unclenched her hands as she moved around the counter. Ricky stepped back as she moved forward. “For your information, I love this shop and I love that man. I want nothing to do with you and if you keep turning up like this and harassing me then you’ll find out just how citizens in this town take care of snivelling little cowards like you.”
By this time his back was nearly at the door. He swung around and opened the door. “You’ll be sorry for this,” he called out left.
Laken stood there, breathing heavily for a moment. “Asshole,” she muttered. “Just how much of that did you hear?” she called out, turning.
Duncan stepped out of the back room, not looking the slightest bit embarrassed at being caught eavesdropping.
“Oh, long enough to know that he considers me both a pig and an ape. Not sure which is worse. I didn’t realize you knew I was there.”
She was so attuned to him now it was almost scary. Knowing he was there had given her an extra boost of courage.
“Figured it wouldn’t take long for my watcher to call you. Hopefully, Ricky’s gone for good now. I can’t understand why he’s being so persistent.”
Duncan picked her up around the waist, setting her on the counter. “Because he knows what a fool he was to lose you.” Leaning in, he kissed her softly. “You’re smart, beautiful and extremely talented. Of course he wants you back. But he’s not getting his way. You’re mine.”
He took her mouth in a deep kiss that had her toes tingling and her insides trembling. Pulling back, he frowned slightly and ran his thumb under her right eye.
“You look exhausted, sugar.”
“And whose fault is that?” she challenged.
“Hmm, yours for being so irresistible,” he teased. “Unfortunately, we can’t have an early night tonight. My brothers are coming over to discuss things with us before tomorrow night.”
She tensed up at the reminder. Tomorrow night was the night.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured, rubbing her shoulders.
“I’m okay,” she said, trying to slip off the counter. “Let me down,” she said irritably as he easily held her.
“Calm down,” he told her. “If you’re not ready for this then we can put it off another week. No one is going to blame you.”
“I’ll blame me if he kills someone else,” she snapped back. “Let me down, Duncan. I’ve got work to do and I have to think about what I’m going to cook for your brothers tonight.”
Duncan shrugged. “Don’t worry, we can get pizza.”
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