Come (17 page)

The Dom in the scene stroked his sub’s lips with the pad of his finger and then dipped that finger into her mouth. She sucked.

Katy swallowed.

The man grazed his fingers down the redhead’s belly until he could dance them across her sex.

Katy gasped.
Holy hell.
Katy was turned on.

Rafe’s own chest started pounding as fast as Katy’s.

When the Dom in the scene leaned in to whisper in his sub’s ear again, Katy squeezed her legs together.

Rafe’s cock thickened with each passing moment. There was no way he could hide the evidence from the woman leaning against his chest. And he didn’t want to either.

The man stroked his sub’s naked skin with several objects, raising her level of arousal with each new item. And Katy’s arousal rose in conjunction. She may not be ready for harsher scenes like spanking or flogging, but she exceeded Rafe’s expectations for this evening ten times over.

Rafe dipped his head to her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “You’re so turned on.”

She sucked a quick breath but didn’t acknowledge him otherwise.

“Your face is flushed.” He lifted one hand to stroke her cheek. “Your heart is pounding.” He set that hand between her breasts.

Katy gripped his hand with hers. She didn’t speak.

Suddenly she moaned low in her throat. Rafe could feel it through his palm. Her body shook, and he shifted his gaze to the scene to find the Dom rubbing his sub’s clit. The woman writhed. As did Katy…

“Come,” the Dom commanded. That one word sent his sub over the edge. Rafe watched as she thrust herself as far as she could into her Dom’s fingers and moaned her release.

Katy’s eyes were wide with surprise when Rafe glanced back at her.

Rafe was stunned. He never for a second anticipated this kind of reaction from the woman he had fallen head over heels for. “I’m going to try something,” he whispered. “A little role playing.” He intentionally didn’t ask Katy. He informed her. “Just to get the feel of submission. Nothing hardcore.”

Katy nodded so subtly he almost missed it. He couldn’t remember his dick ever being as hard as it was. “Lower your gaze.”

She did as he told her.

“Good girl. I don’t want you to speak unless I ask you a direct question. And then you will only address me as Sir. Are you clear?”

“Yes…Sir.” She shivered as she mumbled the words.

Rafe’s entire body heated. He’d doubted her ability to submit for weeks, and here she was settling under his thumb as though it were second nature.

Rafe righted her and took her hand. He led her away from the scene and around the corner until they came to the dance floor. It was darker in that room. Dozens of people were floating to the music, each in their own world with their own unique style.

Rafe led her onto the floor and began to sway to the slow song. He held Katy against him, her hands placed on his chest. He wanted to give her time to adjust to the idea that he was in control.

Gradually she relaxed and he eased her over to one of the many poles on the dance floor. “Grab the pole at shoulder level,” he commanded.

Katy’s hands shook as she reached to do what he said. She kept her gaze low and her mouth squeezed shut.

“Good. Now spread your legs wider.”

She stepped out and he circled behind her to nudge them farther apart.

Her head dipped lower.

Rafe ran his hands down her sides to her hips and steadied her swaying body. She shook as though cold. He nibbled on her bare shoulder and up to her ear. “You’re doing fantastic. How do you feel?”

“Hot…Sir.”

He chuckled, low and deep. “Is it warm in here?”

“No, Sir.”

She was so natural. No one watching would be able to discern this was her first attempt at submission.

“If I felt your pussy, would I find it wet?”

She gulped before she responded with a nod.

“What’s that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What about your nipples?”

He leaned his face around to watch her expression. She gritted her teeth.

“Are they hard?”

“Yes.”

He squeezed her hips tighter. “What was that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said with more conviction.

“Does this turn you on, then?”

“Yes, very much, Sir.”

Rafe splayed his hands on her belly and eased them up under her shirt. “Let’s see.” He cupped her breasts, fighting to keep calm as he touched her so intimately for the first time. He stroked the skin above her lace bra with his thumbs and then dipped them slowly inside to flick over her nipples. “Ah. So firm. I think you’re correct.”

Her hands slipped on the pole.

“Keep your hands in place.”

She straightened and lifted them back to her shoulder height.

Rafe continued to tease her nipples as she arched into his touch. “Does it make you horny to know someone might be watching?”

“Yes, Sir.” She squirmed, but held her position well for the first time under his command.

“Good girl. Honesty is key to this lifestyle. I have to know you’re always telling me the truth.”

She nodded.

When Rafe reluctantly released her breasts, she sighed. Her shoulders relaxed. But he didn’t give her much time to come down from her heightened arousal. He spread his palms down her body until he reached her thighs. When he stroked his thumbs through the crease of her jeans, she rose up on her tiptoes.

“Did I say to move?”

“No, Sir,” she said through gritted teeth. “Sorry, Sir.” She lowered her body, and he pressed into her pussy.

“So hot. I can feel the moisture through your jeans.”

A small sound escaped her lips.

Rafe removed his hands and brought them back to her waist. “I think that’s enough for tonight. You’ve had a good taste of submission. It’ll give you something to think about.”

He set his hands on hers and uncurled them from the pole. He grabbed one hand and led her back toward the front. He knew he was shocking her, ending things so abruptly and leaving her needy, but that was the point.

Katy Marks was indeed capable of submission.

They both needed to wrap their minds around that before they went any further.

Adjusting his aching cock, he led her outside and straight to the truck. “You can relax now,” he spoke into her ear as he settled her in her seat.

Katy couldn’t believe what had happened. She shivered on her side of the truck bench, unable to keep her hands from shaking. It was warm outside. That had nothing to do with it. All of her blood had collected in her pussy and nipples. She was surprised enough was available to enable her to walk.

Her ears were ringing, and she stared out the window with her arms crossed over her chest as she tried to piece together the last few hours.

Embarrassment at how easily she’d succumbed to his word warred with her arousal and the need to come. He’d left her on the edge, and she knew it was intentional.

“You okay?”

She nodded. She couldn’t face him yet. She feared he could read too much from her expression.

He didn’t let her pull away though. He reached for her hand and tugged her closer when they came to a light. He kissed her palm. “Look at me.”

She lifted her gaze.

“You did so well. I’m as shocked as you are. Don’t pull away. I want to talk about his when we get home.”

She couldn’t imagine that happening, but she nodded anyway.

When they pulled into the garage, Rafe turned her direction. He took her face in his hands and angled it toward his. He stared into her eyes for several seconds and then kissed her gently. He smiled. “Let’s go inside.”

They both climbed from the truck and headed for the door to the kitchen.

The second Rafe pushed it open, he stopped in his tracks.

Katy peered around him, wondering why he wasn’t moving forward and gasped. “Oh my God.” The kitchen was a disaster, dishes and silverware and pots and pans all over the counters and the floor.

Rafe held out his arm to block her entrance and eased her away from the door. “Stay back,” he whispered. “We can’t be sure someone isn’t still inside.” He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed while she watched. “Stay here,” he mouthed as he stepped into the kitchen.

Katy’s heart raced.
Stay here?
Was he kidding? What if something happened to him inside?

She heard him speaking to the police through a fog. Could this be a coincidence? She knew the answer to that before the idea fully formed. That jackass found her. She leaned against the front of the truck, partially to avoid collapsing. After everything she’d witnessed that evening, she was exhausted, mentally and physically. She was deflated. Her adrenaline was kicking in, and she started to shake again.

She watched as Rafe paced through the kitchen, keeping an eye on her while talking to the cops. When he hung up, he dialed another number and spoke again, repeating many of the same details. Another cop?

She heard sirens in the distance. They were fast. Rafe came back out to the garage and took her hand, leading her past the truck and onto the driveway. “We’ll wait here.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, kissing the top of her head.

“This is my fault.”

“Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“If I hadn’t come here to stay…”

“You’d be at Jenna’s and probably dead. So stop it.”

True. He had a point.

The police pulled up, two squad cars almost simultaneously. They each looked at the other as they approached. Katy didn’t believe they knew they’d both been dispatched.

And then it became clearer as Rafe stepped forward. Katy recognized one of the cops as one of the guys she’d met earlier at the fight. Rider? Yep. She wouldn’t forget that name.

“Thanks for coming,” Rafe said as Rider shook his hand.

“Of course. What happened?”

The second cop introduced himself also. “So you two know each other?”

“Yes. We train at the same gym. Rafe called me after he dialed 9-1-1,” Rider responded.

“Got it. Have you been inside?” the officer asked Rafe.

“Only the kitchen. I didn’t want to wander through the entire house and leave Katy in the garage. And I didn’t want to risk her going inside either. Though I seriously doubt the perpetrator is still in there.”

Katy followed the men back through the kitchen entrance, still shocked by the enormity of the mess. She ran her hands through her hair. “I can’t believe anyone would do this.”

The officer on call started asking them questions. “I understand you have a stalker?”

“Yes,” Katy confirmed. “His name is Bobby Crowder. The police have been looking for him.”

Rafe responded next. “We can’t be sure he’s the same person who attacked her last week, but I find it hard to believe this is a coincidence. I’d say he somehow managed to track her down.”

“Have you been working?” the officer asked.

She nodded. “Yes. Rafe has taken me and picked me up.”

“Then he could have followed you here at some point, right?”

Katy crossed her arms at the chill that ran down her spine. She felt so violated.

Rider stepped back into the kitchen. “You’re gonna want to see something.” He nodded over his shoulder and the other officer and Rafe followed him down the hall and into the master bedroom. Katy stayed on their heels.

“Fuck,” Rafe exclaimed before Katy could see what he was looking at.

She ducked her head under his arm and peered into the master bathroom.

In black marker written on the mirror was a jagged note:
You think you can hide from me whore?

Katy cringed.

Rafe wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “Jesus.”

“I’d say he found you then.” The officer wrote a few notes down on his pad and then looked around. “I don’t suppose you could possibly know if anything is missing?”

Rafe ran his free hand through his hair. “Not a chance. But I’d be surprised. I think he was leaving us a little warning. Thank God we weren’t home.”

“Do you have someplace else you can go?” the officer asked. He stepped through the craziness that was everything Rafe owned on the floor.

“We’ll go to a hotel.”

“All right. I’ll escort you there. Don’t tell anyone where you are and stay in the room as much as possible. Hope you like room service.” The officer didn’t smile as he spoke. He stepped away, holding up a finger as his cell rang. Rider followed him.

Rafe led Katy across the hall to the guest room. Her stuff was strewn around in the same fashion. She leaned down to stuff everything back in her suitcase. “I don’t want you to be put out. You’ve done so much already.”

Rafe knelt beside her. He grabbed her hand and forced her to stop jamming clothing into the suitcase. “We’re in this together. You’re not going anywhere alone.”

She stared at him, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky and then remembering what they’d done over the course of the last several hours.

“Do you realize how much I care about you?”

Tears filled her vision. She’d held them at bay since they’d first opened the door to the kitchen. She was pissed and angry and frustrated and exhausted. And all that was piled on top of the warring emotions she’d slipped to the back burner in the last fifteen minutes from the rest of the evening’s events.

Rafe tipped her chin up with one finger. They were still crouched on the floor. “You’re going to be okay. I can assure you the cops will beef up their interest in this case, and they’ll get this guy. Meanwhile, we’ll go to a hotel and get some rest.

Katy glanced at her watch. It was after one in the morning. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“I know. But you aren’t doing it alone.” He closed the suitcase and lifted upright. “Let me grab a few things and we’ll get out of here.”

Katy followed Rafe. She was grateful for his presence. But she felt awful for his involvement in the first place. If she hadn’t exited the gym that day and kissed him against the side of the building, none of this would have happened and his place wouldn’t be trashed now.

On top of everything else, she had serious doubts about her ability to be the kind of woman he needed. And now she felt like she was using him.