Little Rainbows (27 page)

“If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to release me.”

This time she did manage to lift her head. Her groan thrilled him. He moved closer, bringing his fly within reach of her fingers.

“Open those buttons, girl. Go find what you want.”

Her trembling fingers against his hyper-sensitive cock were the best kind of torture, despite the leather still covering him. He watched her fingers as they blindly searched for the first button and fought with it, trying to push it through the hole and finding the job much harder than it should be.

She made it past the first button and the second before running into trouble at the third.

“You’re half way there, beautiful. Don’t you want me?”

Her frustrated moans turned into sobs as her fingers fought with the leather.

“That’s it. Just one more and I’ll take you.”

Sobs and whimpers escaped her mouth. Soft whispers of
please, please, please
rang through the air. He saw her tears before she managed to release the last button on his fly.

“Good girl. Now take it out.”

His cock was dark and hard and throbbing just inches away from her mouth. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. He took a condom from his back pocket while he moved his dick across her opened mouth.

“Taste me.”

Her moan when her tongue encountered his erection was almost enough to set him off. Stepping back he ripped the foil and pushed the protection over his length. He trailed his hand over her back and buttocks as he walked around the bench. His fingers moved to her vagina for the first time since he’d tied her up and found her open, wet and ready.

“What do you want?”

“You, Sir. Please. Fuck me. Take me. I need.”

“What do you need, girl?”

“You. I need to come. Please.”

Sobs replaced her words as her body started to wriggle in front of him. He knew it had to cause pain in her nipples and yet she didn’t stop. Her voice might have failed her but her whole body had taken over the job of begging him for his attention.

He pushed his tip against her cunt and only just managed to suppress a groan. God he wanted her. He needed to be inside her, deep and hard but forced himself to push forward an inch at a time.

“You’re so tight with the plug. Feel how I fill you.”

“Yeeesss.” She hissed the word.

He stopped moving the moment he had fully entered her. He looked at the plug and twisted it. Her vagina contracted around his cock, squeezing him even harder. It nearly became his undoing. If he didn’t move now, he’d come without properly fucking her.

Bending forward, he found the chain attached to her breasts and grabbed it. He pulled almost all the way out before plunging into her again. His body took over and all restraint evaporated as he fucked her hard. He knew every hard push forced her clit against the soft material of the bench. He could feel her clenching around him.

“Not yet. Don’t come until I tell you to.”

Sobs, cries and moans were her only response. He was so close. Just a little bit longer, he just wanted to hear it one more time.

“Please. Sir. Please.”

“Yes. Now, Heather. Give it to me now.”

As her body exploded around him, he grabbed the plug and slowly pulled it out. Her pussy squeezed and relaxed, milking his cock as he drove her on, extending her orgasm for as long as he could. He dropped the plug to the floor as his balls contracted. He heard a roar. For a long moment he was lost.

He only barely managed to stay on his feet. Jason wasn’t quite sure where he found the strength but he took a step back and discarded the condom before turning his attention to the now motionless woman in front of him. Bending his body over hers he moved his hands to her nipples.

“Deep breath, Heather.”

He released both clamps at the same time. The scream he’d expected didn’t come. Her breath stalled for a moment and her body tightened before she went limp and silent again.

Suddenly worried by her lack of reaction he walked around the bench and untied her hands, which dropped down. She didn’t try to move, didn’t lift her head, didn’t even shake her hands. Her body was still and suddenly looked too small and fragile.

Lifting her chin, he looked at her face. Her mouth was slack, her eyes were open but didn’t appear to be seeing anything. He lifted her up and carried her to the big four-poster bed in the middle of the room. Laying her down on her back, he crawled next to her, pulling her into his arms. He listened to her breathing, felt her heart’s steady beat underneath his hand.

“Come back to me, beautiful. You were so good. You’re magnificent. Come back to me now.”

All his insecurities returned in a flash. Had he gone too far? Had he pushed too hard? Shit, he hadn’t asked her about her state of mind in ages. He could have kicked himself. What was the point in having safe words if he didn’t ask her for them? Maybe he’d been right all along. He just wasn’t up to this anymore. He’d lost it somewhere along the way. Hector and Heather were wrong. He wasn’t a Dom. He was a big failure.

“Jason?”

The soft whisper loosened something in his chest he hadn’t known was tied up.

“I’m here, baby. Are you okay?”

He looked at her eyes as she struggled to focus on his. The small smile forming on her lips giving him the reassurance he needed.

“Oh yes. I flew. You made me fly, Jason. I was there, among the rainbows.” The smile grew wider. “And it was heavenly.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

She guessed it could have been worse. In fact, up until a few hours ago things had been running more smoothly than she’d dared hope. About half the invitees had arrived yesterday, from late afternoon until well into the evening. Catching up with those familiar faces had been great. She’d been worrying about nothing. There had been no awkward moments, no difficult questions. People had been happy to see her again, nothing more and nothing less.

Far more importantly, so far, everybody she’d spoken to had sounded impressed with The Blowhole, delighted with their accommodation and positive about everything Jason’s club had to offer. Hector and Amber’s demonstration the previous evening had gone down a treat. It had been the same one she’d seen the night of her breakdown, but this time she’d been able to fully enjoy it.

She grinned at the face staring back at her in the mirror. The time she and Jason had spent together in his room afterwards had been even more enjoyable. She couldn’t quite believe how easy submitting to Jason had turned out to be. It was as if the connection between her body and her mind shut down the moment he put his hands on her. As soon as his voice changed tone, free will disappeared until all she was left with was the undeniable urge to please him. She wasn’t quite ready to admit it out loud, but if she was honest with herself—and if she couldn’t be honest with herself, who could she be honest with?—it felt natural to submit to this man.

She stretched out on her bed and smiled. It was good to have some time on her own now. Lunch, on the terrace in the sunshine, had gone well. Even Rogan had seemed to enjoy himself.

Rogan.
Just thinking of the man made her frown. He and his sub had been the last guests to arrive late this morning. She was sure it was part of a well thought out plan to intimidate Jason before he even met him. And Rogan had made his presence felt from the moment he stepped through the front door. He’d barely given his surroundings a second glance, as if they weren’t worth his attention. Jason, on the other hand, had gotten the full force of his scrutiny. Rogan had taken his time to look Jason over from head to toe before welcoming him to the Irish fetish community, as if Rogan were the host and Jason the guest. She’d watched Jason closely as his face went blank. She’d been proud of him for taking the moral high ground. Thanking Rogan for his words and welcoming him to The Blowhole had been a small victory. If Rogan had expected to come up against a pushover, he knew better now.

All sense of victory had fled when Rogan had turned to her and asked her if she’d come to her senses. She’d felt Jason tense beside her and had said a small prayer he’d keep his mouth shut and allow her to deal with it. She vividly recalled every single word of their short and not altogether friendly conversation.

“Well, girl, I told you I’d see you soon enough. Have you come to your senses yet?”

She’d glared at him before answering.

“There was never anything wrong with my senses, Rogan.”

His frown when she used his name rather than any title he might have been hoping for, had given her a jolt of pure pleasure. Unfortunately it hadn’t been enough to disabuse him of his delusions.

“I don’t know about that, sub.”
He’d made sure to stress that last word.
“But I can wait. Sooner or later you’ll realize what you are and what you need. When you do, you’ll come crawling to me. My leniency will depend on how much time has passed. Remember who I am. Without me, you have no way back.”

Gratitude for Jason filled her again. She didn’t know where he’d found the restraint, but he’d stayed calm while he pointed out to the arrogant so-and-so that now was neither the time nor the place for this particular conversation, before finding someone to show Rogan to his room.

Jason had been fit to be tied by the time they found a moment on their own. He’d suggested sending Rogan straight back to Dublin and had only reconsidered after she’d reminded him of Rogan’s position in the Dublin community. If Rogan left and the rest of the Dublin crowd followed him back to the East Coast, the whole weekend would end before it properly started and Jason’s opportunity to establish The Blowhole as a viable club would be gone. Even with those arguments it had taken a while and a lot of persuading before Jason had agreed to let Rogan stay. At the time they’d both taken comfort from the presence of his sub. They had taken it as proof that Rogan was prepared, at least for now, to leave Heather alone. The feeling had been short lived. They’d since discovered the girl wasn’t
his
sub but rather another one of his trainees.

Heather shook her head and banished the memories. She needed to keep her mind on the here and now. The meeting of the Doms was about to start and would go on for a while longer, followed by Leo and Roger’s demonstration. Then, after dinner, it would be Jason’s turn. He still wasn’t happy about it but had resigned himself to the idea. A smile spread across Heather’s face again. She couldn’t wait to see him in action. She knew, with absolute certainty, it would be fantastic, even if her lover had his doubts.

Loud knocking on the door shook Heather out of her musings.

“Heather, are you there? Open the door, Heather.”

Amber’s voice was frantic. Heather couldn’t shake the feeling of pending doom. She’d never seen the girl anything other than happy and carefree.

“Amber?”

One look at the young sub’s face confirmed her suspicions, something was definitely wrong.

“I just got a text from Hector.” Amber’s blue eyes were filled with worry. “That Dom we were all warned about? Rogan? He’s decided all subs should join their Doms at the end of the meeting. Hector’s text told me to get ready and talk to you. We need to…”

Heather turned around and walked away from the door, tuning out Amber’s voice as thoughts rushed through her head. She understood Hector and Amber’s worry. They saw this as a challenge to Jason’s authority. As far as she was concerned, it was a golden opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. Rogan had just handed her the perfect way to get him off her case for good.

Heather turned around and smiled at Amber. “It’s not a problem. I’ll go.”

Amber’s face was a mixture of relief and confusion. “You’ll go? Are you sure? You haven’t committed to Jason. You would do that for him?”

“I’ve been submitting to him for the past ten days.” Heather smiled. “And I know Rogan. I don’t like the man. It will be my pleasure to spoil whatever his agenda is.”

Oh yes. It would piss him off. He’d be disappointed when a submissive showed up for Jason, since he didn’t expect one. He’d be livid to see her—the woman he’d been trying to claim—on her knees at Jason’s feet.

“How long have we got to get ready?”

“Only about half an hour.” The girl still looked worried.

“It will be okay, Amber. I know what I’m doing. I’ll meet you at the back door in twenty-five minutes. We’ll go there together.”

“Okay. If you’re sure.”

The young sub visibly relaxed when Heather nodded.

Heather stared at the door Amber had just closed. She could do this. She’d been here before. Not with Jason, but still. She just had to be quick about her preparations. She smirked. Which was just as well since it wouldn’t leave her time to worry about what she was about to do.

She stalked into the bathroom and got to work. Heavier make-up, bigger eyes, her hair straightened to within an inch of its life. She took a minute to study her reflection. She hadn’t seen this version of herself in two years and wasn’t quite sure how she felt about being forced into this reunion. She didn’t mind going the full distance for Jason.

The thought stopped her for a moment. She
really
didn’t mind. In fact, she looked forward to him seeing her like this. She couldn’t wait to kneel at his feet in public, even if she would have preferred to do it on her own terms, at a time of her choosing. And she didn’t have time for these reflections. Less than ten minutes left before she had to meet Amber.

Opening the wardrobe, she smiled. She’d felt foolish when she’d packed her sexier outfits when she returned to The Blowhole
.
Now she didn’t feel silly at all. The green, no-bra-required, mini dress was exactly what she needed. Her G-string matched the dress and the pattern on her heels was the same color. The mirror told her all she needed to know. She looked sexy. The dress hugged and accentuated her curves. The deep V-neck covered little besides her nipples and the dress was so short parts of her arse would be exposed once she knelt down. She just needed one final touch.

She allowed the feeling of sorrow to run through her for just a moment. She hadn’t worn this for a long time. She remembered when Darren had bought it for her and could still hear his words.