Conquering Jude (10 page)

But instead of giving him the touch or order he needed, she stepped away. He opened his mouth to protest, before snapping it shut.
She’s in control here, not me.

“Good boy, you’re learning.” She moved towards the wall. He blinked as she turned off nearly all the lights in the room except for the one shining on him. Shifting a bit uncomfortably, he tried to quell his unease.

He gave an abrupt nod, his cockhead leaving a damp spot on his shorts.
Oh God, do I want to please her.

“And if I said hearing you admit your submission is what would please me?”

“I…” he mumbled, uncertain how to proceed. Finally clearing his throat, he gave a disgruntled sigh. “No offense, Mistress but why is everyone is insisting I admit that? Why can’t my actions be enough?”

The smell of her floral perfume teased his nostrils. “Sometimes, my dear Jude, actions aren’t enough. Tell me, how would you feel if your lover gave you everything you wanted in bed but later denied it like it was nothing more than a dirty perversion she would never think of doing?”

Horror filled him. “I…would never do that to Mistress Olivia!”

She patted his cheek. “Say your family found out your exact relationship with my cousin. Would you willingly admit you’re her submissive, or would you hide behind the disguise of being her lover or heaven forbid...” A shudder racked her frame. “…her boy-friend?”

His lips thinned. “My love life would be none of my family’s business.”

“So you’d hide it.” She propped a hand on one hip while the other rhythmically tapped her crop against her other hip. “Fine, if you won’t admit to being submissive, tell me something. What’s your definition of the term? What makes you hesitate to claim the title when it’s obvious to everyone else you are?”

“I can’t be a doormat. The idea of allowing another to take such complete control of your life until you can’t function without them sounds like nothing more than a walk in hell to me. And that’s what a submissive is. To have no will of your own.” He bit the inside of his lip. “I can’t do that. Sexually…yeah, I probably can do that and enjoy the hell out of it…but not in my life. I can’t give up control.”

Her nostrils flared. “Turn. We’ll see about that.”

Without a word, Jude let go of the manacles. Pivoting, he offered the mistress his back. A twinge raced over him.
It’s not cheating, dammit! It doesn’t matter if Olivia is the only one I’ve ever offered my back to before. If I’m going to contemplate joining this lifestyle, I have to get over my wariness of being attacked.

* * * *

Jackson sighed and moved to leave. “Such a stubborn ass. All he can see is sexual submission!” Frustration laced his voice and he raked his hand through his dark hair. “Olivia can get that anywhere, Micah.”

“I know. But shut up and look at your friend, Master Jackson.”

Jackson turned to the window. His jaw dropped. Jude was no longer kneeling in front of Svetlana. Instead he was standing against the wall, his body completely vulnerable to the woman with his back exposed. And it was of his own free will. No manacles bound his friend. Instead Jude was holding onto them.
What the fuck? He won’t even give me his back and he’s willingly offering it to a stranger?

Jackson watched as Svetlana rubbed the crop over Jude’s back. “You say you want to lick my pussy. What will you do to convince me to let you?” When Jude hesitated, her voice firmed. “Remember, slave. Each time you hesitate or try to lie to me, you
will
be punished. ”

To Jackson’s amazement instead of jerking around or even letting go of the manacles, Jude began to speak – albeit slowly. “What do you want?”

“You know what I want. I want your control gone.” She brought down the crop on the swell where his ass met his back. The muscles in his arms strained and his hands tightened around the manacles as the sound of leather striking flesh echoed through the speaker. Micah winced in sympathy.

“I can’t.” Jude’s voice was bleak.

“Not acceptable!” Her tone was firm. “
You will submit!
”

Jude’s head dropped towards the wall as she began raining blows, some light, some hard, over his muscular back.

Micah watched raptly as Jude swayed with each stroke against his skin. The other man’s body remained lax despite the lash of pain Micah knew had to be consuming. The blows continued to strike with a steady rhythm.

“Are you ready to submit?” Svetlana wasn’t even breathing heavily despite the work out she’d just given Jude.

“Can I just eat you? Please?” Jude was panting and Jackson could tell it was from his arousal. The beating Svetlana had just given him had done nothing to force his submission and everything to stroke Jude’s desire higher.

“Why should I let you? So you can hold the power?” She grasped his hair and pulled his head back to stare into his eyes. “Is that it? You want to make me beg to come? I bet once you get your mouth between my thighs, you’ll try to take total control of my pleasure.”

His head shook. “No. I want to you to tell me when to make you come.” His body shook with need. “If you need or want longer or prolonged cunnilingu
s –
a slow savoring – tell me.” His breath broke in his chest. “If you want to be devoured – give me the order and I’ll consume your pussy until you’re pushing me away because of the pleasure.”

“That certain of your talents in bed?”

A cross between a muffled laugh and groan escaped him. “I haven’t had any complaints so far.” A sharp moan filtered through the speaker when the crop met flesh once more. Jackson winced when he saw the welt she left behind. Jude’s body twisted but he refused to let go of the manacles. Jackson caught a glimpse of the straining erection tenting his friend’s shorts. The dark head of his penis was visible above the waistband.

“Damn, she’s not playing around, is she?” Jackson said softly to Micah.

He shook his head. “No, I asked her to push him. He’s so ready to submit but something is holding him back. I was hoping with her striking resemblance to Olivia, she might be able to sneak past his walls and reach the inner submissive we know is in there.”

Svetlana’s voice was hard. “I didn’t ask for a smart ass, slave. Now answer the question.”

Jude’s breath hissed out. “Hearing a woman order me to please her stimulates me. I’m a freak and I know it! The
women
I’m attracted to know it. I want to be ordered around. The nastier the command, the better I like it and…” he gave a sigh. “…and if I like something, I put a hundred and ten percent into it. As a result the women are satisfied.”

“Why do you like it?”

He paused as if he hadn’t expected her question. His voice trembled with uncertainty as he answered. “You think it’s because I am a submissive?”

A cry escaped him when the crop struck him again.

“I know you are. All that’s left is for you to admit it, slave. Only a true submissive would feel that way.” Her displeasure was obvious.

“Fuck!” His voice tightened and his head dropped forward.

“So fucking close. Just let go, Jude.” Jackson’s voice was barely audible. He looked over at Micah. “How’s he hanging on?”

“It’s a combination of fear and stubbornness. I’ve come to the conclusion your friend is amongst the variety of people who need to be shown before they believe.” Micah pushed off the glass. “He needs Olivia and she needs him, so I’m not going to let him fuck up his last chance.”

Jackson raised a brow. “You’re not?”

“Nope. He’s not sleeping, Jackson. He’s barely functioning. Jude needs her and is trying his damnedest to be what she needs but he’s lost.” He kicked his shoes off. “I’m going to show him the way.”

Jackson groaned as Micah headed towards the door. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Joining them. I’m tired of fucking around. If seeing is believing to Jude, he’s about to get an eyeful.”

* * * *

The burn of the crop against his skin had the breath hissing out from between Jude’s teeth. With each stroke of the wicked instrument against his skin, he could feel it in his nuts.
God I want to come!

There was a pause in the continuous pleasure-pain. His head jerked when he heard Micah’s voice.

“Mistress, can I help?”

“Do you think you can do better than I?” The cold mockery of her voice had Jude shuddering. The woman was definitely not happy to be interrupted.

Jude’s heart sped up when Micah appeared in front of him, completely nude. His eyes widened. The man’s body was marked with various welts.
Did Olivia do that?
His eyes met Micah’s.

“Yes, Mistress Olivia did this for me – because I wanted it. I know you’re not into anything this severe in pain, and neither is Mistress, but she does it to me because I love it.”

Jude’s mouth dried out as Micah turned around. The dark skin of his back was far worse than his front.

“She cares about her submissives and rewards their desires of submission. Isn’t that what you need? A woman who doesn’t expect you to apologize for having darker desires? A Mistress who actually luxuriates in the fact you do? Don’t you want the same acceptance?”

The wall surrounding Jude’s base needs cracked and then crumbled.
Oh, God.
Tears stung Jude’s eyes. Before his eyes, he was actually seeing the proof of Micah’s words. Jude had seen Olivia in the past do things to men in the club, despite her own feelings on the tasks because she simply knew the men needed it.
She’d never turn from me, like Kathleen did – scared and unable to accept or fulfill my needs. Nor would she ridicule my need to be dominated.
“Yes.” His head hung. “I’m a submissive - and it scares the shit out of me.”

* * * *

Jackson gave a sigh of relief as he heard the admission past Jude’s lips. “Thank God!” He was just getting ready to turn away when his cell rang. Lifting the phone, he swore when he saw the number.

“Fuck!” He hit the button and held the phone to his ear. “Yeah.” He paused “Fuck! I’ll be there in shortly.” He shut the phone before entering the playroom. Micah glanced up. “Well, Jude you’re going to have to decide right now. Your time has run out. Olivia’s been hurt.”

Jude and Micah both paled. “What’s happened?” gasped Jude.

Jackson’s mouth thinned. “Olivia was attacked at her home. The medics are taking her to the hospital right now. Jude, you have guard duty tonight and are going to have to make Olivia believe you’ve accepted the fact you’re a submissive, or my ass is going to be stuck watching her.” Jackson gave Jude a hard look. “And if that happens, I’m kicking your ass, and not in a good way.”

Jude nodded tiredly. “I understand.” Releasing the manacles, he turned and apologized to Svetlana. “I’m sorry but I have to go, Mistress.”

Svetlana stepped closer. She cupped his cheek. “No apologies are needed, Jude. You’re my cousin’s even if she hasn’t claimed you yet. She’s the Mistress you need. I’m just happy to have helped you finally realize it. Go take care of my stubborn-ass cousin. Don’t let her run you away.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Jude gathered his clothing and quickly dressed. When Micah reached for his, she stopped him. “You and I will settle up later,
mal-chick.”

Micah paused. “Of course! At your earliest convenience, Mistress.”

She gave him a saucy smile “Exactly.”

* * * *

Staring at his trembling hands, Jude tried to control his nerves. Sitting in the hospital waiting room down the hall from where his Mistress was being attended and not knowing anything – not the medical details or if she’d even let him be in her presence, was playing hell on his nerves.

He’d listened to Jackson and Micah bicker back and forth on the way to the hospital. Jackson wasn’t certain Jude would be able to convince Olivia of his change of heart while Micah had his back. The constant bickering had him wanting to fucking ring both of their necks. While he didn’t appreciate Jackson’s lack of faith, Micah’s total conviction in him was grating on his nerves.
Fuck! I just need to see her. I’ve got to make sure she’s okay. Even if she kicks my ass out, I need to see with my own two eyes she’s all right.

He nodded. When they paused in front of the door, the doctor gave him a stern look. “She’s got a concussion and a fractured wrist. We’re keeping her overnight for observation, but she insisted on seeing you. Please make it quick.”

Jude gave him a quick jerk of his head. He was just getting ready to open the door when the doctor took his arm. “Don’t upset her. We had to give her a sedative already.”

He scowled at the doctor. “Why the hell did you sedate her? If she has a concussion that’s the last thing she needs.”

“She came to in the emergency room and used a leather crop we weren’t aware she had on the doctor who was examining her wrist. Even with sedation I ended up using restraints on her. We just removed them and I won’t be happy if I have to put them back on.”

A weary chuckle escaped Jude.
That’s my Mistress.
“Did you take the crop away?”

“Yes we did, and I don’t find this funny, Mr. Larson. Dr. Sanchez had to have several stitches to close up the wound she gave him. Why the fool won’t press charges is beyond me.”