Appreciated (Club Indigo Book 3)

by Karen Nappa

  "Hi, Paula," Laura answered. "As far as I know, the answer is probably 'yes,' but how do you happen to have vintage clothing?"

  "I'm finally cleaning out my grandmother's house. Well, it's my house, really, but I never quite got around to going through her stuff and there are boxes and boxes of clothes. Some of it was easy to throw out, but some of it looks barely worn and I hate to just get rid of everything if someone else might want it."

  "Would you like me to call Wilma for you? How old is the stuff?"

  "My grandmother was ninety-three when she died ten years ago. She seems to have kept everything, so some of the stuff could be as much as eighty years old."

  "Wow! I'll get back to you as soon as I talk to Wilma."

  "Thanks, Laura. I really appreciate the help."

  She went back to sorting the shoes. If Wilma didn't want those, maybe she would know someone who would.

  The sorting continued for another half hour before Laura called her back to say that Wilma would happily look through everything she had and give her a fair price for whatever she wanted. All she had to do was get the clothes to Wilma's shop. That might take a little while to arrange, but at least she had found a home for some of the things. She boxed up what she would take to Wilma and forced herself to look in the closet, now that she could get to it. Oh my God! The closet was full of hatboxes. Five, ten, twenty, there must be at least fifty hat boxes in the closet. She supposed it shouldn't surprise here. Her grandmother had lived in an era when woman routinely wore hats. She opened the first couple she could get to and was amazed to find them in good condition. More for Wilma, she was sure. She debated whether to look at all of them now and decided she'd wait until she was ready to deliver them. She was amazed. She'd actually made it almost through a whole room in just a couple of hours. She decided to use the momentum she had to keep going. There was another room upstairs, so she decided to continue there.

  Half an hour later, she was sure she'd made a mistake. The other bedroom was a nightmare of stuff. It had everything she hated about clearing things out. The first box held a jewelry box with pins, necklaces, and bracelets in such a mess, she couldn't make hide nor hair of it. Then came a box of cuff links. She guessed they had belonged to her grandfather who had died before she was born. Oh no. The next layer was more shoeboxes. Men's shoes, this time. Women's stuff was bad enough. How was she supposed to make decisions about men's clothes? Maybe she should go downstairs and try there? She still had all those boxes of collectibles. No, that was a bad idea. She should finish what she started. Jim said it was important to stay focused. She started looking through the shoes and discovered they were all worn. That was easy, at least. She filled up another box to throw away. Then she found another jewelry box at the bottom. How much jewelry had her grandmother had? She'd reached her limit. She couldn't do any more today. She wondered if Jim's friends would be gone by the time she got home. Maybe she should load up the car and make a trip to Wilma's first?

  She carried four boxes of clothes and two hatboxes downstairs and out to her car, filling up the trunk and the back seat. She would go to Wilma's first. There was no way the baseball game was over yet.

  Paula came in through the back door of Jim's condo. Wilma had been over the moon at the sight of the clothes she'd brought, and it gave her pleasure to see the delight on the older woman's face. When Paula showed her the hats and told her about all the others, she looked like she was about to jump up and down with joy. She promised to bring another load as soon as she could manage it.

  Now, she could only hope the guys had left. She shuddered as she thought back to the hostile looks they had given her. Why did they all hate her so much? She'd never done anything bad to them. Had she?

  She listened for male voices, but all was quiet. Paula took a deep breath and walked into the living room, only to find it empty. Maybe Jim had gone to bed so he could lie down. She went down the hall, and there he was, on the bed. Naked and awake. She paused for a moment to admire his body and wonder how he had managed his clothes without help.

  She approached him and started to bend down when she remembered rule one. She took a step backward and made quick work of her t-shirt, jeans, and underwear. Jim looked pleased with her compliance. When she came close again, he engulfed her in his strong arms and took control of the kiss right away, making it completely different from the one when she had left five hours ago.

  Jim pulled back from her mouth and looked at her with a lust filled, half-lidded gaze. "I want to feel your hot mouth on my cock."

  Paula started to crawl down his body, but he halted her.

  "Not like that. I want to feast on your pussy while you do it! Straddle my chest and offer me your sweet cunt."

  Paula hesitated. "I'm worried I'll choke you if I do."

  Jim grinned. "Death by pussy, wouldn't that be a way to go?"

  Paula swatted his chest. "Moron."

  "Oh, Melda, you're going to pay for that!" His grin widened.

  "And you're looking forward to making me," she observed.

  "Oh, yeah!" His eyes sparkled. "Fetch me my bag."

  Paula scrambled off the bed, eager for this side of their relationship to return and a bit worried about what he might use. The inkling of trepidation was fuel to her libido and heat gathered in her lower half. It gave that edge vanilla sex didn't have.

  Paula retrieved the black leather bag from the closet and gave it to Jim who had pulled himself up to a semi-sitting position.

  "For this, I want you to lie down on your belly beside me, ass in the air, upper body down on the bed, hands stretched over your head." He waited for her to comply. "That's good, spread your knees some more, and turn your head in my direction. You can lay your head down; this is going to take a while."

  That sounded as ominous as the car mechanic saying 'the repair was going to be slightly more expensive than calculated.' Paula almost lost her position when cold lube drizzled between her ass cheeks. She steadied herself and tried to relax, knowing what was coming was inevitable.

  "That's good, Melda, relax and let me in," Jim coaxed while rimming her puckered hole with first one and then two fingers. He took his time stretching her, adding more lube twice. He cleaned his hands on a towel and rummaged in his bag. Paula almost screamed when she saw the butt plug he pulled out.

  "You aren't planning on putting that monster in my ass, are you?" she said, eyeing the purple plug. It was as long as her own hand and she doubted her hand would fit around the widest part.

  "You can take it, Melda, and you will take it, for me."

  Paula looked from his determined face to the purple giant and back. "Yes, Master."

  "Good girl," Jim whispered and pressed a kiss on her exposed back.

  Jim lubed the monstrous plug and pressed the tip against her entrance. She started panting, concentrating hard on keeping herself from clenching. The stretch and burn became increasingly uncomfortable. "Ten seventy-five."

  Jim let up the pressure and stroked her back with his free hand. "You're doing great, Melda. The widest part is almost in. I'm so proud of you, taking my plug. As soon as my leg is healed, I'll fuck you there. I look forward to claiming the last place a woman can give a man."

  Oh, she wanted that—she longed to be his completely. The burn had become less, although it still felt uncomfortable.

  "Please continue, Master."

  Jim poured a little more lube on the plug and pulled a little bit out. Paula moaned at the delicious sensation. Jim pushed back in again and didn't let up the pressure until Paula could feel the plug slide in with the base resting again her opening. She felt full and surrounded by Jim, who was stroking her back and buttocks and praising her for her acceptance of the plug.

  After he gave her a couple of minutes to adjust to the feeling, he settled on his back again and ordered, "Get in position."

  Paula pushed herself up. Moving with a giant object in her ass was strange but knowing Jim had put it there also brought home her submission t
o him. She settled herself on his chest and he pulled her by her hips until she was seated against his mouth.

  "Start sucking, Melda. For every minute you get off before me, I get to spank your ass ten times," he warned.

  She braved a glance over her shoulder at him. "Can I spank you for every minute you come before me?" she squeaked as he nipped at the underside of her ass cheek.

  After a week of daily visits, Sandra pronounced Jim strong enough to come to the hospital for outpatient rehab three times a week. He was to continue his home exercises on the other days and she had taught Paula how to help.

  First thing Monday morning, Paula and Jim headed over to the hospital. After the awkwardness of getting his leg in the car, he thought the drive would be easy. He quickly learned otherwise. At the first traffic light, they were behind a Mazda Miata with its top down. The driver was texting on his phone and didn't notice the light change. Paula started muttering something under her breath that Jim couldn't quite catch and then she leaned heavily on the horn. When they made it to North Oak, she moved into the left lane to pass the slower traffic on the road. She moved smoothly for almost a minute before slamming on her brakes behind an older sedan going about 25 mph in a 40 mph zone. "Damn Sunday driver," she said as she passed the sedan on the right. From there, she was weaving back and forth through traffic, alternating curses with muttering about the stupidity of the other drivers. When they came to a red light, Jim reached over and touched her arm. "Melda, what's your rush? We have plenty of time to get to the hospital."

  "Who said I was in a rush? I just like to get where I'm going, and there are so many idiots on the road. That guy back there was texting. You know as well as I do how dangerous distracted driving is."

  "Melda, you're weaving in and out of traffic, like someone trying to get through the pack at the Kansas Speedway. If you don't slow down, you're going to cause a wreck, and it won't be just you involved. This will be one of those multi-car pile-ups that takes hours to sort out."

  "That's ridiculous, Jim. I've been driving like this since I was sixteen and never had so much as a speeding ticket. If you don't like it, you're welcome to find alternative transportation." She leaned on the horn again when the cars in front of her didn't move with the green light.

  Jim concluded that PT at the hospital was less Physical Torture than at the house. Sandra was still his Personal Terrorist, though. For all the submissiveness she showed at Club Indigo, she could have fooled him into thinking she was a sadist. At least there were machines here that made the exercises more interesting and diverse. Diversity didn't make the experience any easier, and now Paula aided and abetted Sandra with the torture by helping him exercise on his days off from the hospital.

  The drive home had been almost as bad as the drive in. Paula had some serious issues with sloppy and distracted drivers and could use some basic safety lessons, too.

  He took stock of her appearance. Frown lines on her forehead and mouth compressed in a thin line. He did a quick self-assessment. His head had stopped hurting about ten days ago. His leg was improving day by day. His cuts and bruises were healed. His ribs could give him some trouble after exercising, but they felt all right now. She needed a scene and she needed discipline for her driving habits and her language. "Melda, I want you to go to the bedroom; strip and wait for me."

  Her face relaxed and she lowered her shoulders. How had he not noticed she'd had them near her ears. She was as tense as Legolas' bow. After the punishment he'd planned, she would be soft and pliant.

  He watched her walking away and started to prepare the scene in his mind. He would give her six minutes to follow his instructions. She would need about three of them to undress and kneel, and the rest of the time, she could think about what was coming and build her anticipation and worry.

  Let's see, bondage? Absolutely, but he could use the Velcro straps he kept under the mattress. Check!

  Toys? Vibrator, Womanizer, vibrating anal beads and nipple clamps. Check! After collecting all he needed, he walked slowly down the hall, happy with how his body cooperated with his desires.

  Paula was kneeling on the rug beside the bed in the slave position Jim had taught her. What was taking him so long? Had he changed his mind? She heard the door open and his footfall on the floor.

  "You are an amazing woman and a beautiful submissive." He halted next to her and he stroked her hair in long, soothing strokes.

  Paula sighed in relief.

  "I want you on your back in the middle of the bed. Tonight, Melda, I'm going to use bondage and a lot of toys. Can you handle that?"

  Paula swallowed as the questions bombarded her mind—what toys? Impact play? She fought them all down, but one. "Master, isn't it too soon to play? Your ribs still ache after a PT session, and your leg isn't healed completely."

  He chuckled. "As much as I like the way you keep an eye on my recovery, this is for me to decide. To reassure you, my ribs are fine and my leg is getting stronger every day. Besides, I'm not going to do the strenuous exercise here tonight." He let the sentence trail off and she filled in the rest.

  Paula closed her eyes and leaned into his caresses. "Yes, Master."

  "Lie down on the bed, face up, my beloved Melda, arms to the side and legs spread."

  She rose and crawled on the bed.

  "My beautiful woman, I'm going to punish you for the way you drive." He reached under the mattress and pulled out the first Velcro restraint and bound her right arm. His warm hand landed on her right ankle, adjusting her position and binding it next. "In some ways, you are a very competent driver, but weaving in and out of traffic is a safety factor and other drivers are not as able. They can't react as fast as you and they don't have your training. You have to take that into account." Her left ankle was next. "You're right about cell phones being distracting in traffic, but it isn't against the law to use them." He ended his round at her left arm and fastened the last cuff around her wrist. "You tried to force people to follow your rules. Today, I'm going to let you experience force."

  Her muscles tensed. What was he planning?

  "Today, on the road, you cursed at seven people for their driving. You're going to give me seven orgasms to atone for that."

  Orgasms? He was going to punish her with orgasms? Paula bit back a laugh.

  Heat started to spread through Paula's body as Jim massaged her breasts and kissed her sensitive neck, his soft lips a contrast to the light stubble on his face. Paula tried to arch into his touch but was held back by the restraints.

  Jim moved down her body and blew air over her heated nipples. She could feel the areolas pebble and her nipples pucker. She liked it when he played with her nipples but he didn't touch them, just massaged the globes.

  He continued downward. Oh good, finally—but instead of paying attention to her weeping pussy, he kissed and sucked down her leg, lingering at her knee and ankle.

  Forced orgasms, orgasm denial seemed more like it!

  Paula couldn't hold back a whimper as Jim trailed kisses up her other leg and stopped at the good part to pepper kisses on her belly while stroking her inner thighs. If she could move a little, she could direct his touch where she wanted him, but he had done a fine job restraining her.

  When he finally settled his mouth over the sensitive spot between her legs, it took all but three licks of his wicked tongue to have her go off like a bullet.

  Jim chuckled against her sex, sending vibrations over her contracting flesh and adding to the sensations. "That was one; my job is going to be very easy, I think."

  She couldn't have commented on his statement if she wanted because, at the same moment, he drove his fingers into her slick entrance and massaged her G-spot, making all the muscles in her lower body go taut. He flicked two fingers on the spot and she swore she could feel the calluses on his trigger finger. It turned her on. Jim lowered his head and sucked on her clit in time with the rhythm of the fingers inside her and she went over the edge again.

  Her head collaps
ed against the pillow and she wondered when she'd lifted it. She felt wonderfully limp and satiated.

  Some punishment this was!

  She opened her eyes and he was hovering above her face, his lips close to hers. His tongue swept over her bottom lip demanding entrance and she parted her lips willingly. He plunged in her mouth. He tasted tangy with her arousal and an underlying masculinity that was all Jim. Her nipples had softened with her orgasm but went back to hard and aching in seconds when he began playing with them.

  Jim ended the kiss and whispered, "Two."

  Something jingled and it was the only warning she had before something tightened around her right nipple. Her eyes flew open and she was met with his beautiful blue and focused gaze. The bite grew and she pulled against the restraints, and then there was a throbbing numbness left that seemed to have a heartbeat connection straight to her pussy. Her left nipple got the same attention, and when that clamp was attached as well, Jim said, "Look, Melda, how gorgeous you look with jewels." He put a couple of pillows under her head so she could see. "Someday, I want to pierce these beauties." She lifted her head to see her nipples adorned with clamps that had little shiny gems dangling from them. Jim toyed with the small weights, sending sizzles of pleasure through her. She was ready to go again, but Jim took his time playing with her breasts, her nipples, and the clamps before grabbing a big wand from the nightstand and laying it between her breasts. He reached again, and cold liquid drizzled on her hot core.