Intrigue at Haven's Crossing (3 page)

Myka began to struggle against her restraints. “I don’t like this game anymore!”

“Are you using your safe word?”

“No. I. Am. Not!” she yelled.

“Then you’ll just have to get used to our little game.”

* * * *

Myka could hear herself moaning, but she couldn’t stop herself. The fact that she was restrained made her want him even more. She had no idea what her future held for her, but she did know that where he was taking her tonight was where she wanted to go over and over again. She could feel the heat coursing through her body, rapidly rushing toward her pussy. Her body began to tense as she was close to coming.

“Do not come, Myka.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he said, stopping his cock midfuck.

“Blake, no! I need to come!”

“You’ll come when I say you can, baby. Not until. I know it’s hard, but it’ll be better if you wait.”

“I don’t like you right now!”

“I know, but you will in a little while,” he said, smiling.

“Oooh! It’s not funny! You get me all worked up, and then you just quit!”

“This will help you learn to be patient, and that you only do what I say. It’ll get easier the more you do it, I promise.”

When Myka didn’t respond, he asked, “So, you don’t have anything to say to that?”

“No.”

“You look really cute when you’re pouting. If you wanna come, though, you have to be a good girl. Tell me nicely what you want, and look me in the eyes when you say it.”

Myka sighed heavily, not happy with having to play his way, but needing her release badly. “Can I please come, Sir?” she asked, forcing herself to be nice.

“That was so good, baby. Of course you can come.” Blake resumed his fucking, thrusting in and out, the heat quickly returning as before. “Come for me, Myka. Give it all to me, right now.” As soon as he said “now,” he thrust even deeper, causing the explosion to engulf her entire being. She thought the first orgasm had been wonderful, but this one had no words to describe it. Her body arched and tensed, and he continued to pump faster and faster as his own release was imminent. She saw him close his eyes as he came, and she could feel his throbbing cock slowing within her.

He slowly pulled out, removed the condom, and then lay beside her on the bed. He released her wrists and gently rubbed where redness had started to appear due to her struggling. He smiled down at her and kissed her on the nose. “So, was it worth the wait?”

She wasn’t happy to admit he had been right. “Yes, it was worth it. I guess I should say ‘thank you,’ ’cause it’s never been that good before.”

“Just wait till tomorrow,” he said as he turned on his side, pulled her close, and put his arm around her waist. She had never had a man actually cuddle with her after sex, so the intimacy was a little overwhelming. She began to cry softly, and tears ran down her face. “What’s wrong, little one? Did I hurt you?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me, Blake. It’s just that I’ve never had a man who cared enough about me to want to be with me afterward. Thank you for holding me.”

“I will always hold you afterward, sweetheart. Not just after making love, but anytime we play. That way you can learn to trust me and know how much you mean to me. I don’t ever want you to feel used or unappreciated.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said again as she yawned. She thought about how nice it was going to be to fall asleep in his arms, and then her eyes slowly closed, and she drifted off peacefully.

Blake woke up first and moved quietly so that he wouldn’t wake her up. He went into the kitchen to start the coffee and then jumped in the shower. As he walked back into the bedroom, he watched her lying there so sweetly.

The first moment Blake had ever laid eyes on Myka, he knew she was a submissive by the way she responded to him. He could also see that she didn’t have a clue about her heart’s true desire. There was something about this woman that drew him in, and the fact that he just couldn’t explain it was a little unsettling.

He had been in a few serious relationships before, but he had never felt this much for anyone in such a short amount of time. He was trying to hold his emotions back, but he could see he was going to be in trouble with this one. She did something to him, and he didn’t quite know how to handle it. He had always been in control. He was a Dom for God’s sake, but last night, he had wanted to give her whatever she wanted, and he wasn’t used to that.

He decided they’d have breakfast first and then he’d take her to the club when no one else was around so she could explore freely and not feel intimidated. If all went well, then he’d take her shopping for some appropriate club attire. He’d let her see the real deal later on in the evening.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear as he rubbed her bottom gently.

“Is it already morning?” she mumbled, still not opening her eyes.

“It
is
morning, and we’ve got a lot to do today, so get up and get in the shower, and I’ll go fix you some coffee. How do you like it?”

“I don’t suppose you have any Splenda and vanilla caramel creamer, do you?”

Blake raised his brow. “Uh, that would be a ‘no.’ But we can get you some later at the store.”

“Fine,” she said, smiling, “A little sugar and milk or cream if you have it. Or black would even be good at this point.”

“I’ll see what I can do, princess.”

* * * *

Myka dragged herself out of bed and headed for the shower. She took her phone in there with her and immediately called Kim, who had made her promise to call and let her know how it went.

“Hello?” Kim answered on the very first ring.

“Kimberlee, he’s amazing! He’s fixing me coffee right now, and you were right about the Dom stuff. I think he’s going to rock my world! He’s taking me to the club today, and I’ll let you know how that goes, but I gotta go for now. I’ll talk to you soon, bye!” Myka got into the shower, not even realizing she had hung up before Kim had a chance to talk.

* * * *

Blake was waiting in the bedroom when she came out in just a towel. He noticed her blushing, and she then grabbed her clothes out of the suitcase and headed back to the bathroom. “Myka,” Blake said, not taking his eyes off her. “I think you should get dressed in here.”

She looked away from him and held the clothes tightly against her body. “I–I don’t think I can, Blake.”

“I want you to try for me, please.”

She took several deep breaths and looked like her mind was racing. He saw her eyes dart around the room and stop at the corner where the big armchair sat. She headed in that direction, stepped behind the armchair, and then placed her clothes on the back of the chair. When he raised his brow at her, she replied matter-of-factly, “You said ‘in here,’ and I’m ‘in here.’” He also noticed the slight hint of defiance in her tone. Yes, this one’s going to be fun, he thought as a smile formed on his lips.

He watched as she carefully dressed while trying to keep her towel covering her body as much as possible. “If you don’t remember, sweetheart, I
did
see you without clothes on last night.”

“That was different—it wasn’t during the light of day.” When Myka was finished dressing, she went back into the bathroom to fix her makeup and hair. He loved her hair, how it fell softly toward her face as if it were framing a masterpiece.

“You look lovely,” he said, walking toward her and pulling her into his arms. He kissed her so passionately that her knees buckled, and he had to hold her up. “I love the way your body responds to me,” he whispered, holding her tighter. Once he let her go, he looked into her eyes and knew that she was falling just as quickly as he was. “We have to go, baby. Grab your coffee, and then I’ll take you to go get some breakfast.” As they walked out to the truck, he silently prayed that she would like the club and could truly accept him for who he was.

Blake had his arm possessively around her waist as they entered the café. He introduced her to everyone, and they all congratulated her for capturing the killer who had kidnapped her and Kim. Blake smiled when he saw how easily she fit in and was accepted by everyone.

After breakfast, Blake drove her to his club, Intrigue, and helped her out of the truck. “It’s so big, Blake. I had no idea.”

“Seems like I heard you say that last night, too,” he said with a wink.

She smiled and playfully hit him, looking up at him through her lashes. They walked over to a side entrance, and Blake unlocked the door and then punched in a security code. The door led to Blake’s private office, which consisted of a large desk, leather furniture, a bathroom, small kitchen area, and mini bar.

He then walked her out into the main lobby area where the lounge and bar were located. He explained that no one could go past the double doors if they were intoxicated. “Why can’t they?” she asked.

“We always want everyone safe, sweetheart. If you’re drunk you may not remember your safe word, or if you’re the Dom/Master, you may not quit when you should. I have two men stationed here every night, and no one goes through unless they’re OK’d by the bartender. I also have staff—monitors—and you’ll meet them all tonight. They all wear red shirts, so that everyone knows who they are. They watch the cameras that are in that room over there and then are stationed at the various play areas so they can make sure everyone is behaving.”

“And what if they’re not?”

“Then they are escorted out, and I decide whether they can return or not.”

“Can I ask a stupid question?” she asked, appearing somewhat embarrassed.

“You can ask me any question, Myka, and I’d be angry if you didn’t.”

“What does BDSM mean anyway? I know bondage, but never really knew the other part.”

“That’s an excellent question, baby. I hope that you will always ask when you don’t know something, because I may forget that you’re not used to this lifestyle and just assume that you do know. Okay, the answer to your question. BD stands for bondage and discipline, D/s stands for dominance and submission, and SM stands for sadism and masochism.”

“Do you have to like all of that, or can you just like parts of it?”

“You can just like parts,” he said, smiling. “I don’t like all of it, if that’s what you’re trying to ask. The bondage, you got just a little taste of last night. The discipline—you’ll definitely be getting spanked when you need it. I’m a Dom, so obviously the dominance is me and the submissive is you. Not so much on the sadism or masochism. I don’t want to be hurt, nor do I want to hurt you. I’m thinking you pretty much feel the same way, am I right?”

“That would be correct—Sir,” she said with a giggle.

“I think we should go explore, don’t you? I wanted you to see everything while we’re alone because it will be totally different tonight when everyone’s here.” Blake took her by the hand, and they walked through the double doors.

* * * *

Myka was in awe as she looked around at what was before her. It was breathtaking. Against the walls were several individual rooms, side by side, with large plate glass windows going from floor to ceiling, so that whatever was going on in those rooms could be viewed by anyone out here who wanted to watch. She knew that Blake was observing her as she took it all in. One room had a large
X
cross hanging on the wall, with restraints at the top and bottom. The person who was attached would be spread-eagled once they had their restraints on their ankles and wrists. Myka saw straps, canes, whips, paddles, and floggers of all shapes and sizes hanging on the adjoining wall. There were benches covered in leather that also had restraints bolted at the bottom on the legs. She just stood there looking and taking it all in.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweetheart,” Blake asked as he stood directly behind her, his body so close she could smell his scent.

“Well, the whips and canes scare me a little. I’m not sure about the other stuff. I guess I’d be willing to try. What are those benches for?”

“That’s for spankings
or
fuckings, whatever the situation calls for. You’d bend over the bench and then be secured by your ankles on this side and by your wrists on the other side. Oh, and one more thing, princess. You’d be completely naked.”

She gasped at the last remark and tried to back away from the room, but Blake caught her and turned her around so she was now facing him. “I–I don’t want to do that Blake, not without clothes on, and not in front of people!”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to do that now. Eventually you probably will, but we’re just looking today, remember? And when it does happen, you won’t even notice who’s on the other side because you’ll be paying attention to me.”

“I don’t think I can do that. I don’t even want to be naked in front of you!” There was now panic in her voice.

“Myka! You need to stop. Take some deep breaths, for me. Now, do you want me to go get you some water?”

“No—I’ll be okay. It’s just the whole naked thing. Blake, it really freaks me out.”

“I want you to listen to me, okay? I’m gonna push you to do things that you’re not comfortable with, things you may not like at first, but it’s also my job to protect you and to know what your limits are. You’ll have to trust me, though. That’s why we’re here right now. I need to see what your interests are and what piques your curiosity. Tonight, when you see this place in action, I can see what you like and don’t like.”