Choosing Rena (11 page)

Her mouth opened but
nothing came out. He sighed before setting her on her feet. “Leave,
before I forget you haven’t offered me your submission and take
what isn’t mine.” He tossed the paddle towards his open
bag.

“No!
Please. I need it!” Tears streamed down her face.

His jaw clenched hard.
“Need what?”

She ran over and grabbed
the paddle, dropping to her knees and offering it to him. “This.
Please!” She didn’t recognize the woman who was begging Jackson
Levough, renowned playboy and Dom, for a release she hadn’t had in
months, but she couldn’t stop the words from pouring out of her
mouth.

“The words, Rena. I’ll
settle for nothing less.” He continued to stare down at her. She
could see the determination in his face, but the outline of his
erection against his jeans assured her he was just as affected as
she was.

She blinked. “I…please,
spank me, Sir.” Once the words started they’d flowed out of her in
a torrid rush. “I need it – the release. Everything has built up
and I can’t let go. Make me let go of it. Help me find the peace
again.”

His nostrils flared.
“Safeword?”

“Affero.” She whispered the Latin word her first master had
given her for “I give”.

“Affero
it is.” He finally took the paddle she was holding. “Over my lap,
little subbie.”

Crawling over his legs,
she settled in and braced herself for the first blow. “Count
off…”

“...and
damned if I don’t want to do it again.” Jackson’s voice jerked her
back to the present.

Her heart pounded, her sex
clenched. “Do what again?”

“Experience your submission.” His voice grew rougher. “And if
you do offer it again, I’ll take you. As hard and often as I want –
so be careful of pushing unless you want to be claimed.” He groaned
when she whimpered. “I have to get off here before I say screw it
and track you down. Sweet dreams,
ma
peekôn.”
And he hung up on her.

She rolled onto her side,
slid her hand into the warm needy valley between her thighs and
pinched her clit – hoping against hope it would stave off her need
to masturbate – to come. She didn’t have permission…and that’s when
she realized she was in trouble. If she was already thinking like a
submissive again – wanting her master’s permission to come, it
wouldn’t be a matter of if she ever submitted to Jackson again but
when. Her needy body would allow nothing other than complete
surrender.

Chapter Ten

Walking along the concourse level,
Rena wanted to rip something, or rather a particular someone, to
shreds and his name was Jackson. Finding a bench, she flopped down
onto it and began to dig through her purse, looking for a pack of
gum, irritated beyond belief. His promise had haunted her long into
the night, even after she’d threatened to kill the punk next door
who thought it was appropriate to play loud music ‘til the wee
hours of the morning. Then when she’d finally fallen asleep, she
had one erotic dream after another, all featuring that…that…
dominating ass. When she’d awakened this morning, sopping wet with
desire, she wanted to punch something. No matter how long she’d
rubbed her clit, pinched her nipples, or even smacked her own ass,
she knew it was futile. Once the submissive switch was on, her body
refused to obey her commands. As sick as it sounded, once that
happened, no matter what she did until her master or Dom gave her
permission - there would be no relief. It was a twisted part of her
psyche she’d come to accept.

“Rena?” Hank stopped a few feet away,
lifting his foot and pretending to tie his shoe. “Is everything
okay? You’ve been off today.”

“Other than a rough night, I’m fine.”
She didn’t bother to look at him.

“Is everything okay?
Anything I can help with?” She wasn’t surprised to hear his
concern. Hank was definitely a keeper. He cared not only about his
job but about his friends too - which was one of the reasons why
she wanted him in on this job for Elizebetta.
Providing that we get this crap with Louis straightened
out.

“Well you could go shoot the staff at
the Hilton Orrington. They gave me a room right next door to some
kid who thought he needed to play heavy metal until one in the
morning before management finally put an end to it.”

“Damn that’s rough. Was that before or
after you went over and kicked his little punk ass?”

She smiled for the first time since
she’d woken up. “Who me?”

“Yeah you. A hellion through and
through. If I didn’t already have gray hair, you’d give me more.”
He shook his pant leg down. “Ok, I better get my ass in gear before
the boss fires me for loitering.”

“Like that’ll happen.” She watched him
move off, whistling a jaunty tune. After resting for a few more
minutes, she decided to resume her rotation. She was due down by
the CTA station in the next ten minutes. Weaving in and out of the
crush, she’d almost made it to the station when a strong hand
grabbed her arm, jerking her out of the crowd and into a unisex
bathroom. She froze as she heard the familiar click of the lock.
“Damn it, Rena, do you know how little I slept last night?
Especially after I showed up at your place to not only find you
missing, but some ass standing on your doorstep claiming he was
your boyfriend?” Jackson hissed into her ear.

She tried to comprehend what he was
saying, but she kept being distracted by the way his breath teased
her ear, the press of his body against hers, and the overwhelming
scent that was uniquely Jackson’s. Already primed from her torrid
dreams the night before, she began to tremble with need.
“Huh?”

* * * *

“That’s not an answer.” He lifted his
head to stare into her eyes. He groaned as he recognized the desire
on her face. “Rena?”

Her eyes darted away from
him, her head tipping to the side, the submissive gesture rocking
him to his core. He knew he needed to clarify if she was in a D/s
relationship with another person, but he found himself hard pressed
to ignore her obvious reaction to his touch. Tracing a finger along
her shoulder, he shifted his weight, pressing her up against the
closed door, supporting her luscious body between him and the hard
surface. “You need release, don’t you
ma
peekôn? ”

She shifted, obviously
torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. “I don’t
remember being this out of control, Jackson, and I don’t like it!
This isn’t me. I don’t do this anymore…it’s just that…”

“It’s just what? Talk to
me.” He tugged her closer - wanting to comfort her - but as soon as
their hips touched, the feel of her pussy against his raging
erection sent all thoughts of comfort from his mind. It must have
been the same for her too, because she lifted her leg, perching it
high on his hip before hooking her foot on the inside of his thigh.
The sensual move lined their sexes up until he was sure his cock
head was pressed against her clit. He bit off a low curse as his
libido went into overdrive.

“Little vixen. Trying to
seduce me when I’m trying to have a serious discussion.” His hand
drifted over her ass, stopping briefly to squeeze, before he
wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Talk
later!” Her plea was one he couldn’t ignore. Lifting her completely
off her feet, he nipped her ear.

“Wrap
those luscious legs around me. I need to feel your wet pussy
rubbing against my cock.”

Without a protest, she did
as he ordered. If it hadn’t been for his tight hold, she would’ve
blown his world as she began to grind against him, riding him
through his jeans and her shorts. Controlling her writhing form
took all his strength.

“Please…gimme more. I need…”

He cut off her plea with
his mouth before he bent her over the sink and fucked the living
daylights out of her. She moaned happily into his mouth, trying to
wrestle the control of the kiss away from him. With each bold
thrust of her tongue against his, she dug her nails into his
shoulders, showing him how desperately she needed the release he
could give her. When he finally tore his mouth away from hers, she
was breathing raggedly.

“
Merde, ma peekôn.
You pack one
helluva a punch.” She shivered in his arms, as he nosed aside the
braids hanging down her neck, trying to find his
control.

“Please…oh my God, Sir…I need…” She squirmed against his hold,
attempting to get close enough she could probably crawl inside of
his skin if he let her. When she tugged at his hair, he growled,
his desire to wait until he had answers dissolving like dust in the
wind.

“That’s it. Tell me what
you need…” He heard the harsh words as if they came from a
distance. He accented them with nips and kisses to her throat, all
the while rocking her against him, aiding her in her search for
release.

“Jackson!” A barely
muffled scream against his shoulder enraged his Dom. She was
supposed to be calling him Master or Sir. She wouldn’t come until
she acknowledged who – no, what he was. He buried his fingers in
her braids, pulling back hard on them, knowing the sting would
probably remind her of the last time he’d warmed her bottom.
Meeting his gaze, she trembled, her parted mouth soundlessly
forming the words he needed to hear.

“No,
that’s not good enough. You won’t hide from this. You’ll
acknowledge what I am. I’m no man playing at this. I’m a Dom.” When
she flinched, something inside of him softened. “Shhh, just give me
what I want, and in turn I’ll give you what you need.”

“What…what do…you….want?” Her question came out between
pants.

“It’s one simple little
word.” When he saw the panic start to fill her eyes, he knew he’d
pushed too hard, too fast. “Shh, you don’t have to call me Master,
but don’t I, at least, deserve to be called Sir when I make you
come?”

She looked uncomfortable
for a moment before she finally nodded, then blew his world apart.
“Please, let me come, Sir,” she cried out, as he jerked back. It
felt as if lightening had hit him when the sexy plea fell from her
lips. “No!” She grasped at his shoulders.

“I’m not
going anywhere, Rena.” He pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Now
put your hands behind your neck, slave.” She scrambled to obey.
“Now keep them there. Do you understand me?”

She nodded mutely. He gave
a low grumble of displeasure which had her adding a quick “Yes,
Sir.”

He savored her low whimper
as it filled the bathroom when he dropped to his knees in front of
her, his hands unbuttoning and tugging her shorts down, taking her
underwear with them. He exhaled sharply, a moist puff of air teased
her wet folds. He couldn’t resist - he pressed a thumb against the
seam of her labia. “You smell delicious. Lift your leg and place it
over my shoulder. I want to eat that pussy.”

She held her breath but
did as he asked.
Probably hoping that I’ll
do something – anything – to make her come. I could use fingers,
tongue, teeth - she wouldn’t care. She’s desperate for
relief.

“Good
girl.” His thumb found her clit before nudging it out from under
its protective hood. Flicking the swollen bud, he shoved two
fingers inside her sheath. The muscles trembled around his digits.
He looked up at her quickly. “Don’t come yet. Not until I get a
taste of that delicious cream.”

She sobbed in frustration,
her teeth catching her lower lip as she struggled to follow his
order. If the look she gave him could talk, he was sure it would
tell him she was ready to pull his hair out, rake his eyes,
anything to get that final lick, touch or nip which would send her
soaring over the edge.

“Good
girl, not yet. Look at how wet you are.” The loud sucking sounds as
he pulled his fingers free and her resulting whimpers were almost
his undoing. He watched her as he licked off the glistening juice.
“Just as I thought…delicious. As much as I love the idea of teasing
you, it’s time for my little thorn to come for me. Keep your eyes
on me. You can come but if you close your eyes, I’ll warm your
bottom. Do you understand?”

“Yes,
Sir.” Her chest heaved, her leg trembling against his
shoulder.

“Good
girl.” Confident her gaze was now locked on him, he parted her
folds, exposing her to the air. “Such a pretty little clit.”
Continuing to hold her open, he licked her from anus to clit. It
wasn’t just enough to push her over the edge, he wanted to make her
come like she had never come before. He nipped her clit lightly
before sucking it deep into his mouth in rhythmic tugs. Sharp and
violent, her cries rose, but she managed to keep her eyes on his,
as her orgasm struck. She trembled. Hooking his fingers, he
stimulated the roughened patch of inner flesh that made up her
G-spot.

“Sir!”
She bucked towards his hard working mouth and fingers. As the
pleasure spent itself, his mouth eased, gently lapping at the
trickling juices coating her thighs. Leaning back against the door,
she softly sobbed. Jackson rose to his feet, sucking her pleasure
off his fingers, before righting her clothing.