Little Rainbows (30 page)

“I do.” Her smile was bright. “I took them as a sign that coming here was the right decision for me.”

“Look.”

He turned her around and showed her the most perfect rainbow he’d ever seen. It stretched from one side of the bay to the other, the colors so bright he thought he might be able to touch them.

“There’s ours.” He whispered the words in her ear as he told her his truth. “That’s our sign in the sky. Our rainbow, promising us light, love and a future. Together.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Heather looked around the room. The place was packed. They’d picked the largest space available for this exhibition and still she couldn’t help feeling there wasn’t room for one more body. Of course they hadn’t expected everybody to stay this long. They’d assumed most guests would leave earlier today. The Blowhole was miles away from anywhere and even those who didn’t have to go all the way to Dublin or even farther, had a long drive ahead of them. But curiosity about Jason, she smiled,
Master Jay,
had kept them all here.

He’d surprised her. She’d expected Rogan to have one or two other tricks up his sleeve, but not only had the man been on his best behavior, he had given the impression he was enjoying himself.

“This should be interesting. Let’s see if the Master can live up to his title.”

Rogan’s voice broke through Heather’s thoughts. Her body tensed. Maybe she’d been overly optimistic when she’d thought the worst was behind them. If Rogan interrupted Jason during this particular scene, the consequences would be horrific. She thought about turning around and confronting him before deciding against it. She’d listen. If she thought he’d actually cause trouble, she’d act.

“Looks like the show is about to begin.”

Rogan lowered his voice as a stark-naked Souris was escorted to the middle of the room by two dungeon assistants. They placed the raven-haired beauty underneath the cuffs hanging from the ceiling and secured her hands. Once her feet were locked in place as well, the girl stood on her toes with her legs spread and very little wriggle room.

“I’m surprised he’s using a club sub when he has a woman kneeling as his feet.”

If she’d had any doubts about Rogan’s intentions, they evaporated now. It was no accident he’d ended up standing behind her. He wanted her to hear his words, was trying to provoke a reaction she wasn’t inclined to provide.

A collective intake of breath told her Jason had entered the room as well. Her heart filled with something she still wasn’t quite comfortable naming. He looked stunning in black leather trousers and a simple but tight fitting black T-shirt. His looks weren’t what had caused the audience’s reaction though. He held the reason for their stunned silence firmly in his right hand.

She’d watched him practice with the bullwhip over the past few days and had been amazed by his accuracy. Of course she hadn’t seen him with Souris yet. As curious as she’d been, she’d decided to wait until he was ready. What she had seen while he went through his moves in the dungeon had taken her breath away. She’d never been on the receiving end of one of those, but with his skill, she could imagine she might, maybe, some day in the future.

“A bullwhip.”

She heard the reluctant admiration in Rogan’s voice and couldn’t stop herself from grinning.

“I sure hope he knows what he’s doing. A bullwhip is a dangerous weapon.”

The man just couldn’t leave well enough alone, but she wasn’t going to take the bait. He’d find out soon enough how accomplished Jason was with his chosen instrument.

“Rogan, just stop.” Whoever Rogan had been talking to had apparently also had enough of his negativity. “You asked all of us to find fault with this club and its owner. It’s just not here to be found. The man appears to know what he’s doing. The resort is great. I for one am looking forward to coming back here with my sub and exploring everything we didn’t have time for this weekend.”

Heather was glad she had her back to the men behind her. She’d no hope of repressing the smirk appearing on her face.

Jason circled the sub as Heather’s thoughts went back to the talk she’d had with the sub Rogan had brought with him. She hadn’t been able to shake the feeling something wasn’t quite right with the girl and she’d been afraid Rogan might be mistreating her. She’d been relieved to discover that wasn’t the case. If she’d read the situation right, the girl either wasn’t a natural submissive or was pushing herself too hard. Heather had suggested as much, but the girl had denied it. If she’d known the girl better or if she’d had more time she might have pressed her point, explained more about the dynamic and the fact it only worked for those who were able to surrender. As it was, she’d have to trust the girl would figure it out for herself. Heather could think of a host of reasons why anyone might wish to be somebody’s submissive. Unfortunately, just wanting it wasn’t enough. It had to be an ingrained need as well. She’d ended the conversation by telling the girl there was no shame in leaving the lifestyle. It was all she could do under the circumstances. Evicting both Rogan and the girl from her thoughts, Heather turned her full attention to the man who’d become an important part of her life in just a few weeks.

Jason stopped walking and stood in front of Souris, staring at her. You could have heard a pin drop in the room. He didn’t even have to raise his voice when he spoke.

“You want this, sub?” He raised his hand, putting the whip right in front of the girl’s eyes.

“Yes please, Master Jay.” The answer was breathless and soft.

“Do you deserve it?”

“That’s for you to decide, Master.”

“Yes.” He smirked. “I decide if you deserve it. How much of it you deserve and how hard I’ll be hitting you. And why is it my decision?”

“Because you’re the Master.”

He stepped around her and paced the distance before turning and facing her naked, unmarked, back. “Because I’m the Master.”

He took a moment. It never hurt to allow a build-up of anticipation in both the sub and the audience. Both reacted so much better once they were on edge. He found Heather in the audience and stiffened. He didn’t like Rogan’s presence just behind Heather. Was the man trying his luck one last time? He wanted to stalk over and pull her away. He looked again. Rogan’s presence didn’t appear to bother her. Her focus was on him and Souris.

He couldn’t afford to get distracted. It was too easy to do real damage with this whip. His focus returned to the girl waiting for his attention and he flicked his wrist. The whip sang and snapped but didn’t touch any flesh. Not yet. Lack of contact didn’t stop the girl from moaning though.

He walked back to Souris and stopped right behind her, pulling her head back by her hair. “Thirty strikes and you’re counting them for me.” A sharp intake of breath was his reward. “If you’re very good, I may allow you to come before we’re done here.”

Back in position, he lifted his arm and went to work. He found his rhythm immediately, as if it hadn’t been months since he’d last whipped a sub, almost as long since his last exhibition. He couldn’t believe he’d ever thought he could live without this. Having Heather on the receiving end of his whip would have been even better but he could wait. One day it would be Heather. After tonight he wouldn’t be doing scenes with anybody other than the woman he loved. The woman who’d given him back everything he’d thought lost for good.

“Fifteen.” The girl moaned the numbers exactly as he wanted her to. He looked at her beautiful, no longer unmarked, back and buttocks. Bright red stripes flared across her skin, one or two welts were starting to rise. He walked back to her and stroked her whipped skin.

“Halfway there, sub. How’re you doing?”

“Good, Sir.”

He slipped his hands between her legs and found her wet and open. “Very good indeed. Get ready to start counting again.”

The whip felt like an extension of his arm, the movements natural. Her screams and moans made him hard. The thought of Heather watching him drove his need even higher.

“Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine.”

He lowered the whip again.

“The last one, sub. You’re doing well. Good enough, maybe, for an orgasm.”

Souris’ moan was drowned out by the gasp from the audience. He smiled. After all, he was an expert.

He pulled his arm back and threw one last, underhanded, lash at the sub. The tail of the whip flew low over the ground, between her legs and made contact with her pussy. He couldn’t see it but he knew he’d hit her right on her clit. The girl’s cries turned into moans as he stepped close and stroked her tortured clit. It took no time at all. He made contact and the girl tensed and came, shaking in her bindings, almost crying in relief.

He dropped his whip and gestured to his assistants before wrapping his arms around the girl and holding her while the two men released her legs. As soon as her hands were freed, Souris collapsed against his chest.

“Thank you, Sir.” The words were whispered and welcome. He was back.

“Take good care of her.” Jason allowed one of the assistants to lift her up and carry her away. “She’s earned it.”

As soon as he was sure Souris’ aftercare was being applied according to his instructions, he sought Heather in the crowd. She’d turned around and was talking to Rogan and some other men. He wished he could see her face. Was she all right? If Rogan turned out to be pressuring her again, he’d kick the man out. If that meant he’d destroy all the goodwill this weekend had created for The Blowhole
,
so be it. Words began to reach his ears as he got closer.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Heather sounded happy. “Master Jay is rather magnificent with his whip, isn’t he?”

His heart swelled when he recognized the pride in her voice.
Master Jay.
The words took on a whole new meaning in her mouth and made blood rush to his already hard cock.

“I’m surprised you weren’t involved in the scene, Heather.”

Rogan’s voice didn’t sound hostile, but his words made Jason angry regardless. He opened his mouth to put the Dom straight, but Heather beat him to it.

“Not that it’s any of your business, Rogan.” Heather’s voice had taken on a steely tone. “But we always intended to offer our guests the best of everything this weekend. I’ve been out of circulation for too long to participate in anything that extreme right now. Who knows, maybe if you come back in the future, you might find me on the receiving end of that whip.”

Images formed in Jason’s mind as soon as he heard Heather’s words. He could see it. Heather bound and helpless, while he marked her back and buttocks.

Jason took the last few steps and stopped behind Heather. “We would be delighted to have you visit us again.”

He looked Rogan straight in the eye, searching for malice.

“Oh, I will. In fact I plan on booking a weekend before leaving today.” One of the other Dublin Doms jumped in. “You’ve got a spectacular place here. My girl is going to be very happy if I bring her back here. She hasn’t stopped singing The Blowhole’s praises.”

“Thank you.” Jason gave the man a quick smile before returning his attention to Rogan. The man was staring back at him and appeared to be making up his mind about something. Maybe he imagined it, but Jason thought he saw Rogan’s shoulders relax.

“He’s right. You’ve created something special here.” Reluctance was audible in Rogan’s voice. “I may come back. I don’t know yet. I’ve not quite figured out what your presence in Ireland means for the rest of us.”

Rogan hadn’t said the words, but Jason could hear them. He’d meant for
me
.

Jason thought for a moment. He didn’t want to be this man’s enemy. He was fairly sure the man’s opinion about him or his resort wouldn’t deter other people from coming, but he didn’t like the idea of animosity in what was a small and usually close-knit community.

“Why does it have to mean anything?” Jason waited, but Rogan didn’t reply. “All I want is to run my club and offer a safe environment to those who want to play their sexual games. Nothing more and nothing less. I’m not looking to expand or branch out.” Jason looked around for a moment and returned his gaze to Rogan. “What you see is what you get. That goes for me and for my resort. It doesn’t affect you in anyway, except that it gives you another place to play.”

Rogan nodded and turned his head to look at Heather. He kept his gaze fixed on her while he spoke.

“Fair enough. I don’t need or want to fight with you. It may not be in the immediate future, but yes, I can see myself coming back too.” Rogan continued to stare at Heather for a few long seconds, before turning to Jason. “Thank you for this weekend. It’s been an experience. I’d better round up my sub and hit the road. It’s a long, long way to Dublin.”

For the first time since the festivities had started, Jason saw a genuine smile on Rogan’s face. He got it now. The man’s worry about what he saw as his elevated position and what difference Jason’s presence might make, wasn’t the real issue. Rogan really was interested in Heather—not as a trophy and not because he felt entitled to her. He wanted her for the same reason Jason wanted her, because she’d awakened feelings in them. This gracious admission of defeat probably hurt Rogan more than he’d ever admit. Jason wasn’t about to rub it in.

“Thanks.” Jason held out his hand and was grateful when Rogan took and shook it. “I’m looking forward to your future visit. We’ll make it something special.”

Jason waited until Rogan had disappeared from view before pulling Heather close for a long kiss. He poured all the heat from the scene as well as the relief he felt now that the weekend had ended on a high note, into the woman in his arms. “Want you.”

He felt her need, could smell it. Her whispered “yes” brought him to full arousal.

Epilogue

“What do you need, sub?”

The voice sent shivers down her spine. Six months after she’d decided to stay, his voice was still all she needed to melt. He would use his special, deeper tone and her mind started to float. Even now, in this setting, she could feel it. Everybody was here. Jason had closed The Blowhole for the weekend so he could claim her in front of all these people who had turned into so much more than ‘just’ staff.