Unrestrained (35 page)

“Yeah. Which is why I should have been with you.” He gave her a sharp pinch on the ass that made her jump, but he held her in place. “Our relationship, your being a sub; you thought it was all a glass house because you couldn’t handle it by yourself, didn’t you? You are a formidable woman, Mrs. Summers. But on those very rare occasions when you aren’t invincible, that’s where you rely on your Master.”

She could swear the man read minds. But since it was exactly what she’d thought, his answer brought relief, tears, and a hope that just maybe, he was right. He took a firmer grip on her.

“When you first learned how to drive, did you do it all by yourself?” When she shook her head, he gave her another one of those admonishing pinches. “No, you didn’t. You were probably a little scared, too. It’s something, being behind the wheel of a car for the first time, knowing if you do something wrong you could kill yourself or someone else. Try learning how to handle explosives.”

She did smile at that, though her eyes were still dewy. He kissed both her eyelids, letting out a quiet oath. “When your eyes are full of tears, you break my heart, girl. I forbid you to cry ever again.”

She snuffled at that, her face now pressed to his neck. “My point being,” he continued with mock sternness that wasn’t entirely teasing, “When you embrace something entirely new, you accept guidance, a teacher. Help. This is no different.”

He tipped up her chin, stared at her. “It’s time for you to trust me, once and for all, girl. No, don’t you start thinking you failed me. Or yourself. This isn’t like that. It’s learning to do the three-point turn and the parallel parking. You’re reaching for new skills, expanding who you are, who you’re meant to be.” He touched her cheek. “To trust me, you have to trust
yourself
. Give yourself that gift, Athena. Give us both that gift.”

She rolled that thought around her tired mind, feeling that tiny spark of hope expanding inside her. It was so simple, really. So hard and so simple at once.

He sighed. “Christ, I missed you. I was trying to give you space, and then I just decided, fuck it, I’m going over there.”

“I’m glad you did. Though I really need a bath. I look—”

“Don’t.” He stopped her. “Let’s get you fed, then we’ll worry about the rest. I’m here, and we’re going to talk this out some more, figure it out, make it better. All right?”

She nodded. Trust him, trust herself. It was a leap of faith, and it started now. Maybe, as he said, she merely needed constant reminding to stay on the right track. Then she thought about how he’d said he’d do that, and that spark flickered with the possibility of a much different kind of heat.

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H
e insisted she finish the entire sandwich and glass of water before they left the kitchen. If she managed it, he also promised she could have a shower. Though she had to accomplish it at a slow pace, he was patient. He also kept the conversation to easy things, random topics. Apparently his intent that they discuss what had happened further wasn’t going to be pressed any more tonight, to her relief. As they went up the stairs to her bedroom, he kept his arm around her waist, steadying her as they went. He also brought a napkin of Lynn’s oatmeal raisin cookies and an additional bottle of water, which he sat on her nightstand. “Take off your pajamas, Athena,” he told her. “I’ll sit with you while you take a shower.”

She obeyed, but avoided looking at herself in the closet mirror until he came and stood behind her, pressing his clothed body against her bare one. She’d been so detached from everything these few days, his touch against her bare skin was startling, but in a welcome way. He captured her hands in his.

“Look at yourself, Athena. That’s an order.”

Limp hair, tired eyes, no makeup. His collar on her throat. Her posture reflected her weariness.

“You look like you’ve been through hell,” he murmured against her ear. “But you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You get that, right?”

She closed her eyes as he slid her hair to the side and kissed her neck, lips nuzzling the collar. He slid his touch from her hips to her breasts, holding them in his large hands. Her lashes lifted, because she wanted to see how that looked. Her nipples started to respond to his touch immediately.

When she drew in a breath, she realized she hadn’t been able to draw in deep like that for three days. In her self-imposed prison, Dale had been a vital element she’d denied herself, such that it seemed her lungs hadn’t been able to work at full capacity.

“Why didn’t you call me, Athena?” he asked, mouth still against her flesh.

“Because . . . I’d done something wrong. I messed it up. I was ashamed. I didn’t feel like . . . I deserved to reach out to you to make it better.”

He lifted his head, his grip on her increasing so she was leaning back against him. He stroked her breasts, making that quiet sound in his throat when her body wanted to move restlessly against his touch. He wanted her to be still, so she tried. But Lord, the man had magic in those long fingers. Then he spoke, and that velvet timbre subdued her.

“You remember why you said you wanted to help me take care of my leg? You said it honors your submission to be able to care for your Master. That my willingness to look to you for that would emphasize that you belong to me.”

When she nodded, he put his thumbs under her nipples, slowly pressing upward so he tilted the sensitive tips, spearing sensation right down to her core. Her head dropped back on his shoulder and her throat arched, displaying her unconscious surrender to him as he increased the strength of that touch. “Masters have a similar need,” he said in a husky voice, his eyes fixed on what he was doing to her. “You’re a strong woman, Athena. When you turn to me for help, it’s an honor I cherish. It tells me you trust me to be your Master, to step up when you need me. I should have been with you at the club, but after that happened, the first thing you should have done was call me. Next time something like this happens, I hope you’ll do me the honor.”

Normally he insisted, demanded, ordered. Did he realize what a devastating tactic it was to put it like that, taking them back to the critical and emotional first step of a Master-sub relationship? No matter how much a submissive belonged to her Master, she had to first give consent to that ownership. She had to give him her trust.

She wrapped her mind around that. “So if you trust me to care for your leg for the right reasons, and I trust you to help me when I can’t figure things out, then ultimately we start having more faith in one another?”

“Yeah, something like that. Good way to shine that mirror on me, too.” He gave her a fond pinch. “Are you sure you want to do a shower? I’m a little concerned about you being on your feet.”

“It’s easier to wash my hair that way.” She looked up at him, dared to lift a hand and graze his jaw. “But if you’re worried, you could come in the shower with me.”

He chuckled. “I should have known you’d figure out how to manipulate that ‘asking for my help’ in your favor.”

“You did say I was a smart woman.”

Such simple things—seeing his smile, hearing his laugh—made things exponentially better. He was right. She should have called him.

He glanced down at himself. “If I do that, I can’t put my leg back on until morning. Bathing changes the shape and size of the stump.”

“Like trying to put on rings after you get out of the shower,” she surmised. Since he’d dropped his touch back to her hips, she turned in his arms. “I don’t have a problem with that. I do have a gun, Master. I can protect you.”

A devastating and brilliant smile crossed his face. “I am capable of protecting myself—and you—with only one leg, Mrs. Summers. But it’s nice to know I have backup. When did you learn to shoot?”

“I’ve always known. My father taught me, and of course Roy has a range on the property for his own target shooting. He liked skeet as well. It’s a nice range. You’re welcome to use it. As well as any of your friends.”

“There she goes again, trying to get Lawrence and Neil back over here,” he teased.

She pushed at him and he caught her hands. Sobering, he studied her face, bent to press his forehead briefly against hers. “You really should have called me, Athena. I wish you’d trusted me.”

He spoke to her now simply as her lover, and his disappointment stabbed her more deeply than his anger or his fierce insistence as her Master. She wanted to tell him it would never happen again, but she couldn’t. Hard as it was when she wanted to soothe that pain, she made herself tell the truth.

“I know. It will take me time, Dale.”

“Yeah, it will. I’m proud of you for trusting me enough to tell me that, not trying to reassure me with bullshit. I don’t need that, Athena. I just need your honesty.” His eyes became more focused and intent then, back to being a Dom’s direct expression. “In fact, I pretty much require it.”

His hand slipped to her nape, and he drew her to him, kissed her forehead. It was a chaste blessing, but a reassuring one. “Let’s get into the shower.”

She remembered the first time they’d showered together here. When she’d seen the shower stool at his place and realized he needed it to bathe comfortably and safely, she’d made a point of directing his attention to a similar accommodation she already had in place at her own home. As Roy had become sicker, they’d had a shower bench installed in the master bath, one that swung outside the stall so he could sit down to take off his clothes. Athena could then help him maneuver himself and the bench into the large shower area and adjust the multiple spray heads appropriately.

The fact she hadn’t had the feature removed made shared showers with Dale possible, a blissful experience. There were advantages to the set-up for two healthy people that Dale had quickly made clear to her, and re-emphasized now. Once he divested himself of his clothes and the prosthesis, he drew her closer to him, making her straddle his thighs as he ran his hands over her now bare body, laying soft kisses on her breasts, familiarizing himself with every inch of her once again, until she was trembling with emotion and physical response both.

He nudged her into the shower, following her using the bench and leaning back against the wall as she adjusted the water temperature. When she noticed gooseflesh on his skin, she turned it up even higher and made sure the jets covered him equally. She liked her showers hot, and had been pleased to find that worked for him as well.

As she closed her eyes, tilted her head back under the spray, his hands closed around her waist, brought her to him again. His palms bracketed her breasts once more, bringing her down on his lap to fondle them with simple pleasure before he ran his fingers through her hair, helping her get it wet.

Retrieving the soap, he lathered up his hands. As he began to work the fragrant foam into her neck and shoulders, her breasts, the sound that came from her was a cat’s purr. She caught his smile, but she couldn’t stop herself from doing it. At his nudge, she turned around on his lap so he could work his way around her body. He was hard, of course, but she wasn’t sure he could be pushed in that direction. Truth, she still felt a little fragile, so it was nice to stay this way, a low hum of arousal between them. But that hum was pretty deep and intense, something she felt vibrate deep inside her, wanting fulfillment. Wanting the joining that would make everything right again.

When she came back to face him again, she held on to his forearms, then moved her touch to his biceps, pleased with their flex beneath her fingertips. “I haven’t ever seen you work out,” she realized. “When do you do that? And if you were lying to me earlier and you don’t really work out, I will shoot you. I’m sorry, but it will have to be done.”

He grinned. “Usually at night, before my evening shower. I go to a gym not far from my place. Sometimes I do the outdoor fitness course at the park, hook up with a buddy of mine there. Max works out early mornings, but he’ll do a second workout or adjust his schedule and meet me there so we can push one another. He’s younger than me, of course, so he gets to harass me about being an old man and I get to prove him wrong. Even if I pay for it with a bottle of aspirin the day after.”

She ran her own soapy hands over his chest, sliding her fingers through the chest hair, across the flat nipples. “I love your body,” she said sincerely. Fervently. Then she put her mouth on his. She leaned full into him, feeling every inch of that body against hers. She might still be a bit woozy, but any lightheadedness now came from this, how he put his arms around her, held her close, hand dropping to palm her ass, hold her more firmly against his growing erection.

“Finish your shower,” he growled at her, pushing her back and confirming her earlier thought with his next words. “You’re not going to get me to have sex with you when you were nearly fainting an hour ago. Consider it your punishment. Since it’s punishing me as well, you can expect some more payback for that. Don’t give me the pouty look, girl. You know exactly what that makes me want to do with your mouth.”

She wanted that, too. She could well imagine him forcing her to her knees in the shower, her lips sliding down his hard length, tasting him on her tongue. But he was right. She wanted something her body wasn’t quite up to doing. He was protecting her. Caring for her, even as he threatened retribution. It was a lovely and frustrating combination.

She didn’t want to be alone in that, so when he gave her the soap to finish up, maybe she did slide it over her skin with more sensual intent than she would if she was alone. Her fingers slipped between her legs to rub and massage. She arched her back more significantly to clean between her buttocks, along her thighs, so the tips of her breasts jutted out toward him. He’d shifted to a cross-armed stance, looking like a palace guard watching the queen. Even in a seated position, he was daunting, his molten gaze promising dire consequences for being teased this way. Which only made her tease him more, until the corners of his lips were quivering.

There was another reason she did it, though. He could be a cruel, exacting Master when pushed over that line. She wanted that side of him, wanted to purge the past several days of helpless, self-imposed misery from her mind, drive it all away. She shivered in delicious longing at the thought, and tried not to pout. Somewhat.