by Nia Farrell
She went still and closed her eyes, remembering. When she looked at him again, the expression on her face was the same that he’d seen through the basement window. “They said that she’d wanted gang banged, but they hurt her, Michael,” she whispered. “Used her. Everywhere. Over and over again. She begged me to save her, and I couldn’t do shit except cover her up with the towel that I’d snuck downstairs the day before to use as a blanket. I was so cold and hungry the first few nights, I couldn’t sleep. And then you came. And now we’re here. How long does this ice need to stay on?”
“Twenty to thirty minutes. You’ve only had it on ten.”
“Could you please get me a glass of hot water, then? It will help, I think. Warm me from the inside.”
“Would you rather have hot chocolate?”
She shook her head, auburn tresses shifting like fingers of flame. “Plain hot water is faster. Just run the tap and you’re done. Please?”
“Sure. Be right back.”
God damn mother fuckers. Sick pricks. Jesus, making her let them watch. Jacking off on her. And Reaper, checking to make sure that she was a virgin. Shoving his finger into the pussy that she’d shaved for him.
Mother fuck.
He wanted them crushed, burned, destroyed for touching his Rose.
And she was his. He just hadn’t realized it until now. He didn’t know what he was going to say to Mad Dog. Didn’t know what he would say to her father, the man who’d put her into his keeping, if things went the way that he sensed they were headed. Day one, and he already wanted her submission. Her trust. The treasure of her body and the gift of her virginity.
It wasn’t a matter of if, but when.
Michael turned the tap to hot and let the water run while he got a squat tumbler from the cabinet. Filling it three-fourths full, he carried it back to Rose and sat on the coffee table.
She pushed herself up, braced herself on one forearm, and reached for the tumbler.
“I’ll hold,” he said. “You drink.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He looked at her, trying to decide if she knew what she was saying. Of course she did. The men in the Avenging Angels MC were alphas and Dominants. The women were submissive. It’s what she knew.
It’s who she was. Naturally submissive, she had saved herself for the man who could bring her to her knees.
He intended for it to be him.
She finished what he’d brought her. “Good girl,” he crooned, setting the tumbler beside him on the coffee table.
Rose looked at him, green eyes silently searching, trying to decide if he meant it.
How he meant it.
Reaching, Michael stroked her cheek with the backs of two fingers. “You’ve been a good girl,” he told her. “Normally, I’d offer you a reward, but you’re not my sub. I don’t know your hard or soft limits. You don’t know what I like, or how demanding I can be. We’re going to be here for days, or weeks. We don’t know how long it will be before we can go back. Earlier, you threw down the gauntlet, challenging me, telling me that you could handle my kink. Forget the movie stuff. If you’re willing to learn, I’ll teach you. I’ll push your limits. I’ll find exactly how much you can handle, and how much more you can take. Pass my tests, and you’ll earn my cock, if you want it. However you want it. In your mouth, in your ass, or in that virgin pussy of yours. When the time comes, it will be your call, princess, not mine. Understood?”
She looked at him with a thousand questions in her eyes, struggling to process what he’d just told her. Her gaze drifted south to his fly.
“Rose,” he said a bit more forcefully, grasping her chin and lifting it, bidding her look at his face. “Answer the question. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better. Communication is important in any relationship, but it’s crucial between a Dominant and submissive. When I ask you a question, I want words, Rose. I ask. You answer. Truthfully. Honestly. Nothing else will do. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now, it’s getting close to supper time. You might not feel hungry, but I want you to eat, even if it’s a few bites. We need to get your body out of fasting mode and back to normal. There are leftovers from the lunch that you slept through. I’m going to use them up. While I fix us some supper, I want you to rest here. Keep those ice packs on another ten minutes. I’ll call you when supper’s ready.”
He added macaroni and cheese to the menu. Setting the table in the breakfast nook, he brought in the food, poured iced tea, and helped Rose into the kitchen when everything was ready.
Her appetite was still off. She had a taste of everything, but she mostly ate the mac and cheese. It was just a cheap box mix, but she savored it like it was haute cuisine.
Rose’s expression was reward enough for the extra effort.
“I’ll do dishes,” she said, watching him finish his plate. “It’s only fair, since you cooked.”
“Are you sure you feel up to it? You’re not sitting very easy.”
“Only because someone beat my ass,” she quipped. “And I’ll be standing at the sink. It’ll be fine. I would like to check my emails when I’m done. Is that something we can do? You know, without people tracking our location?”
Michael nodded. “If they do, they’ll think you’re in St. Louis at a riverfront hotel. It shows me in Seattle, Washington, but that seemed a stretch for you. They’ve kept you pretty close to home so far.”
“So far. But when I get my CPA, I can go anywhere,” she said, sounding wistful. “One girl I know had a brother who worked for a hotel chain. He lived all over the place.”
The thought of Rose moving away disturbed him more than it should. “Aren’t you keeping the books for the Angels? What happens when you leave?”
Rose stiffened. The shift was so slight, it was almost imperceptible, but he’d clearly touched a sore spot. “They had someone before me. They’ll find someone again.” She said it like she was trying to convince herself as well as him. Did she really want to leave the area that badly…or was it the clubhouse that she wanted to escape?
If it was the first, he hoped that he could give her a reason to stay. If it was the second, he had a house that would give her the separation that she craved, but still let her visit her family whenever she wanted, once all this was over.
Rose shunned the use of the dishwasher in favor of hand-washing in the sink. She said that unless they needed to sterilize something, or were going to be baking or cooking a special meal that used a lot of pots and pans, there was no reason to run them through the dishwasher. God knew, they had plenty of time on their hands to fill.
Watching Rose reminded him of his mother. Even when they’d had a dishwasher, she had done most of their dishes by hand. She said that she found the water relaxing. It seemed to have the same effect on Rose. She gradually lost the stiffness she’d had since talking about her future. By the time she finished, she seemed in a much better frame of mind.
Both of them checked their emails. The Angels were safe and Gretchen was pissed, after finding his note that he’d be gone. She was going to be even more pissed when she learned that he’d remotely changed the security codes on his house. He didn’t trust her to not trash it, once he told her that they were through. He hated to do it by email, but he wasn’t going to lie to her, either.
When she asked if he wanted to see the new nightie she’d bought, he told her that he was sorry, but no. No, thank you. Save it for someone who can give you what you need and deserve. Don’t settle for less. I wish you all the best.
Michael exhaled a deep, cleansing breath, composed an email to Rose, and sent it with a document attached for her to complete and return. Several pages long, it had a series of questions—including soft and hard limits—that he needed answered before her training started.
He hit send.
A minute later, her inbox pinged.
Chapter Eight
Rose opened Michael’s attachment, start
ed reading, and looked at him in confusion.
“What is all this?” she asked, wondering what the hell was going on. “It’s like…like a speed dating quiz.”
Michael crooked a grin and shook his dark head. When he looked at her, his brilliant blue eyes grew serious. “Those are things that I want to know—that I need to know—before your training begins,” he said. “The first set of questions shows me your personal tastes and will help me make better choices for rewards and punishments. The next section is medical history, to keep you safe during play. The security questions are ones that I would normally use for a background check on a potential submissive. I’m not going to vet you, but I want them answered anyway. The bulk of it is on sexual history and BDSM activities, what you’ve done, what you’re willing to try, and what’s off limits. Take your time, and send it back to me when you’ve answered all the questions. Oh, and if you need anything explained to you, ask. You may not be familiar with some of the terminology.”
Rose went to work, giving careful consideration to each question and answering as honestly as she could. The first set of questions was by far the hardest. It made her take a long, hard look at herself, her life. To answer honestly required exposing her secrets and baring her soul.
My favorite book is __________
My favorite author is __________
My favorite song is __________
My favorite group is ___________
My least favorite music is __________
My favorite movie is __________
The worst movie I’ve seen is __________
My favorite food is __________
The food I’m not allergic to and hate the most is __________
When I’m alone, I like to _________
Favorite sport(s) to do/play is __________
Favorite sport(s) to watch is __________
Typical exercise routine is __________
The thing I like best about myself is _________
The thing I would most like to change is __________
One thing I love most is __________
One thing I can’t stand is __________
It’s my dream to __________
I am proudest of __________
I am ashamed of __________
Bath or shower? __________
Candles? If so, which scent, or unscented? ____________
A smell that I love is __________
A smell that I hate (and am not allergic to) is __________
Favorite fragrance to wear is __________
A sound that I love is __________
A sound that I hate is __________
I have a right to _________
I wish I had the right to _________
My fondest memory is __________
My worst memory is __________
I’d like to try __________
I don’t know if I can __________
That first part took her the better part of an hour before she felt that she had it right. The medical history was easier. She’d always been pretty healthy. Her only surgery was having her appendix out when she was ten, if you didn’t count the four teeth that she had cut out last year.
“Do you want dental surgery, too?” she asked him. “My wisdom teeth were impacted. They’re gone now.”
“Add it,” he said. “I want everything.”
He asked, and she delivered. Her medical history, including detailed information on her menstrual cycles. Her one and only time in trouble with the law, caught at a party with underage drinking. She’d gotten pulled over for speeding once, when she was late for a class at the community college. The county mounty must have been in the Angels’ pocket, because he took one look at her license, gave her a verbal warning, and sent her on her way.
The BDSM part of it was eye-opening, to say the least. Looking through it before answering, she asked Michael if everything there was something that he enjoyed, or if it was a general questionnaire that other people used.
“It’s a general one,” he said. “I’d like to think that I’m open to new things. If there’s something that you really want to try, I’m willing to consider it.”
“Okay then.” Returning to the start of the section, she began answering the questions, asking him to explain the terms that she didn’t understand.
“What’s queening?”
“It’s when a woman sits on someone’s face and gets her pussy eaten or her asshole rimmed. Some people use special stools made for facesitting, with holes cut out of them. Just one of the many kinds of kinky furniture out there. I can do a search, find you a picture, if you like.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I get it. Thank you.”
She asked him about plastic wrapping, mummification, sleepsacks, abrasion, and dilation electricity. There was a whole section on sex toys and equipment used for kink. She had little or no experience with any of it, except the waterproof mini vibrator that she’d tucked in her purse before coming here.
Her clit was super sensitive. As small as that vibrator was to use, within a minute, she would have the first of multiple orgasms.
Rose read through her answers one more time, saved the document, and returned it to Michael. A minute later, his inbox pinged.
He opened her email, downloaded the attachment, and started reading. Rose chewed her bottom lip, waiting, wondering what he thought, worried that he’d want more than she was willing to give. Some of that stuff was pretty out there.
When he reached the end of the first page, Michael cracked a smile and flicked a glance at her, then went back to reading. He rubbed his jaw, scratched his chin, shifted in his seat.
Adjusted himself.
Rose let out the breath that she’d been holding. Apparently, he’d seen something that he liked. Really liked. There was no mistaking the tent in his pants.
Michael was eight years older than she was, with a world of experience lightyears beyond her own. She didn’t mind that he was her brother’s best friend, but she knew that could be an issue. She might be a virgin, but she was far from an innocent miss. She’d grown up in a clubhouse of Dominant bikers and submissive women, from old ladies to club property to sweetbutts. Even if she hadn’t done things, she’d seen them, on film and in real life, played out before her eyes, whether she liked it or not. She wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but she had no desire to watch her brothers fuck. With four older, very sexually active siblings, it was getting harder and harder to avoid uncomfortable situations.
Michael finished reading and sent her another email. The attachment on this one described what he expected of a submissive.
She was to maintain a healthy lifestyle. Eat properly. Drink to moderation. Exercise. Practice good dental hygiene, and keep herself clean and shaved.
She was supposed to read something every day and keep a daily journal that she would share with him. Computers, cell phones, and other devices were to be used only with his permission. She was expected to complete chores and assignments to his satisfaction. Earned rewards and appropriate punishments would be given in a timely manner.
“Keep in mind, this is just the training phase,” he told her. “The control of electronics is not something I usually require, but we’re in a unique situation. I respect that you are your own person, with a job and commitments outside the home. You work. You’ll be going back to college in the fall. I won’t expect you to stay at home and wait on me hand and foot. I don’t want a slave. Being a Master is not my thing. But I do expect you to show me respect. You will call me Sir while you’re in training. After that, I’ll be Sir during play sessions. Do you have any questions?”
“Not right now.” Rose felt her stomach flutter with anticipation. She was standing on the threshold of a brave new world, and Michael would be there to guide her through it. Cross it successfully, and she would earn his cock, however she wanted it.
And she did want it. She could think of no one worthier to give the gift of her virginity than Michael. But any
thing beyond that would require staying in Southern Illinois. Getting her CPA would be a feather in her cap, but it wouldn’t be her ticket out. Being with Michael would mean letting go of her dreams, and she wasn’t sure that she was ready to do that. Not yet.
“All right, then.” Michael closed his tabs and shut down his laptop. “We can watch one more movie, then it’s reading until bedtime. I’ll make a schedule tomorrow that we’ll follow. Both of us need to exercise. There are meals to fix. This house to get in shape. I wiped down the kitchen so that we could use it, but it all needs gone over—floors, bathrooms, dusting. We’ll start with the rooms that we use, then work our way through the rest. I didn’t put it in the email, but I expect you to be neat and tidy. No leaving messes or failing to put things back where they belong. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Michael nodded. “Good girl. If you think you need a bath tonight to help you relax, you can use your reading time, tonight only. I want you in bed with lights out by 11 pm. I’m setting the alarm for 7 AM. Morning routine will be exercise, shower, breakfast, dishes. We’ll work on the house after that.”
They ended up watching an old sci-fi classic, Forbidden Planet. Michael’s choice was new to Rose. While it had stood the test of time, she enjoyed it more because he did.
She read part of an erotic romance novel on her e-reader after that. At ten-thirty, she asked for permission to get ready for bed.
“Go,” he told her. “And good night, Rose.”
“Good night, Sir.”
For some reason, the exchange made her smile.
Rose had chosen her room because of its en-suite. Done in soothing colors, it boasted a dual vanity, a freestanding soaker tub, and a large separate shower with rain heads and body jets. Having seen the rest of the house, she figured that this had been the doctor’s room. It would be her parents’ space, if they were here.
