Intrigue at Haven's Crossing (17 page)

The ointment was cool, but the heat from his hand as he rubbed it on hurt like hell. She could only imagine how red her bottom must be. When he had finished, he released her as promised and then he also carried her over to another chair not far from Kim’s.

He sat her in his lap, and Caleb handed him a blanket and some water. “Thanks, Caleb,” he replied as he wrapped the blanket around her. She had a hard time sitting still, because his lap was holding in the heat on her bottom. He repositioned her so her bottom was now sitting in between his legs, and that helped a little. She continued to cry into his chest, the only sound in the room besides Kim, a few feet away. Blake continued to hold her, not saying any words, but comforting her by rubbing his hand up and down her arm and back.

After about thirty minutes, the girls got up and got dressed as the men cleaned up the room and put it back in order. They escorted the girls out, and Myka hugged Kim before Kim was taken back home by Logan and Caleb. Myka remained in Blake’s office until he was ready to leave. It hurt to sit, so she lay down on her side on the leather sofa. Her face was toward the back of the sofa, but she could hear Blake come in and out periodically, and she knew he was checking in on her to make sure she was still there.

When he was ready to leave, he took her out to the truck and helped her in. The pressure against her bottom made it feel like she was still getting punished.

“Still hurtin’?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s still hurting,” she said, starting to tear up again.

“It’s supposed to hurt, princess, that’s the point. And hopefully this will deter you from ever pulling a stunt like that again.” Myka sat there crying and pouting, not wanting to hear his stupid lecture.

Once they got home, he held her down and put more ointment on again against her struggles. Afterward, she looked in the mirror, and although there were still red marks, she felt like with all the pain, there should’ve been a whole hell of a lot more. She then got into bed, lying on her stomach with nothing covering her body.

She didn’t sleep well that night, but it wasn’t just because she couldn’t get comfortable. Blake hadn’t touched her at all or even really talked to her much. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was mad or if he was trying to give her space so he didn’t hurt her.

Early the next morning, before he was awake, Myka gently moved closer to his body. Once his hand naturally went around her waist, she snuggled close and fell back to sleep without any problems. She woke up a couple of hours later, with Blake still beside her, but silently watching her.

“Good morning, princess.”

“Good morning,” she said shyly.

“I can see you’re not mad at me anymore,” he said, pulling her closer to him.

“No, I’m not mad. Are you?”

“No, baby. It’s all over now.”

“K,” she said, nuzzling against his chest and taking in his scent.

“Sweetheart, today you’re gonna need to be by my side from now until we go to bed.”

“Okay,” she said, a little confused.

“After a spanking like that, I need to know you’re really alright and not just telling me that. And, besides, you’ll definitely stay out of trouble that way.” She nodded her head in agreement, and then they both got up and showered.

“So, I have to go back to the club tonight?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s going to be embarrassing, Blake.”

“Yes, it will be.”

Dammit, I have to face Master Kip again!

“So, do you have anything else to say about it?”

“Would it matter?”

“No.”

“Okay then, I guess not.”

“Good, now get dressed.”

When she was finished dressing, she heard Blake talking on the phone, and when she entered the room he looked up at her and said to the person on the other line, “Yeah, I’ll have to talk to ya later.” Throughout the day, she could hear he was getting text messages, but he kept his phone with him the entire time, so she couldn’t check. She wondered for one fleeting moment if it was Miranda again and then decided she shouldn’t even be going there. She knew Blake loved her.

Later in the evening, Blake threw a bag on the bed. “What’s this?” she asked.

“I got you a new outfit to wear tonight.”

She opened up the bag and pulled out a short leather dress that was beautiful. It had little blue rhinestone studs around the hem and the low-cut neckline. The blue high heels were to die for, they were so sexy. After she got ready, she looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with how well the dress fit her. When she put on her collar, Blake walked up behind her and took it off.

“You won’t need that tonight, baby.”

“Oh—okay,” she replied.
Why doesn’t he want me to wear my collar?
She started to panic.
I’m still
his
, right? Of course you are, Myka. Just go with it. But, the only time you don’t have a collar is when you don’t belong to anyone.

As they headed for the club, Blake put his hand on her knee. “You look amazing, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Blake. I really love it.”

“Myka, you remember the rules, correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You remember how to kneel?”

“Yes, Sir.”
Oh, hell.

They went in through Blake’s office and Myka noticed how packed it was that night. He walked her over to the bar. “Just water tonight, Master Kip.”

“That’s good, ’cause I seem to be missing my rum,” he said, looking at Myka and giving her a wink and a smile.

Myka could feel herself turning red. “Sorry, Master Kip.”

“No more apologies necessary, Myka. How’s your bottom, tonight?”

“Better than last night.”

“Of that I have no doubt, honey.”

The lounge area by the bar had so many people. It was hard to even walk.
I wonder what they’re doing tonight that made so many people show up?
About thirty minutes passed, and then Blake moved Myka over to an area that had been roped off. He removed the rope, and then Master Kip blared a horn that had everyone quiet immediately. Myka looked up at Blake to see what was happening next, but not before seeing Kim, Logan, and Caleb standing in front of the crowd.
What the hell is going on?

Kim had a smile on her face, so that made her feel a little better at least. Master Kip gave Blake a microphone so everyone could hear what he was about to say. Before he turned it on, though, he looked down at Myka and said, “I need you to kneel, sweetheart.” Her first thought was to ask him
right here in front of everyone?
but she decided to do as she was told. She knelt down before Blake, and then she looked down as he had taught her to do. She stayed like that for at least five minutes and couldn’t see what Blake was doing, because she couldn’t look up.

The microphone was now on. There was silence in the room, except for Blake’s voice. “Myka, look at me,” he said. She raised her head and looked into his eyes, still unsure of what was happening. He looked into her eyes for several seconds before speaking, and when he did, he was speaking only to her. It was like no one else was in the room. “You have intrigued me from the very beginning, Myka, and my life has not been the same since I met you. It wasn’t long before I knew I had fallen in love with you and knew that I wanted you as my own—forever. You have made my life complete, and from this moment on, I will never ever let you go.” He reached out and took something from Master Kip. “I am giving you this collar tonight to symbolize our bond and to ensure that everyone knows—you are mine and mine alone.”

Myka looked at him, in awe of the words he had just spoken. The collar he held before her was breathtaking. It was an infinity-style necklace made of light-blue rectangle links connected by little, dark blue rings with a heart-shaped padlock made of white gold in front. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life, and she couldn’t wait for him to put it on her. As he fastened it around her neck, she whispered in his ear, “May I speak?”

He nodded his head and held the microphone so she could speak into it. When she looked into his eyes, a tear ran down her face. She was so overcome with emotion that it took her a moment before she could actually say the words. “You have allowed me to be a part of your life and taught me about the world you live in. You have shown me how to trust and to believe—not only in you, but in myself as well. I vow to you that my life is yours and I belong to no other. You are the Master of my heart and my soul, and I will wear your collar with honor and joy.” The tears were streaming down her face by the time she had finished because the words she spoke to him were truer than any words she had ever spoken to anyone else in her life.

The crowd erupted in shouts and applause that lasted several minutes. Blake held out his hand to help her stand up and then held her close, kissing her fully on the lips. Her legs were weak when he finally broke away from her and rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. He looked out at the crowd and raised his hand, causing silence to fall over the room. He then knelt down in front of Myka on one knee and looked up at her. She started to kneel as well, until he shook his head at her and smiled. “I have never loved a woman as much as I love you, Myka Lambert. I kneel before
you
now, not only to proclaim my love for you, but to ask if you would do me the honor of being my wife forever and always.”

Myka began to cry again as he took out the diamond ring, but he didn’t put it on until she nodded and said through her tears, “Yes, Blake Lawson. I
will
marry you.”

With her answer given, cheers and shouts again erupted throughout Intrigue. Blake stood and kissed her so deeply that it touched her soul.

He then looked down into her eyes and whispered, “I love you, princess.”

She smiled up at him through her lashes, knowing that all was perfect in this one moment in time, and said, “I love you, too, Master.”

THE END

Kyleigh Drake is forty-five years old and lives in Texas with her husband and two dogs. She writes so that women of all ages and sizes, might feel loved and cherished, even if only for a little while.

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