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Chapter 12
Klaus
I woke before Jodie and lay on my side watching her breathe. Naked, pretty, and mine. All those curves…I admired her awhile, feeling my dick awaken too. I’d let her come to bed with me because that’s what I wanted. I could have made her go downstairs again but having her warm body beside me was far more satisfying. Last night I’d taken off the wrist and ankle cuffs to let them dry and I’d given her some soluble painkiller after watching her grimace when she tried to get comfortable.
This was her bed, of course. The bedroom was pretty and feminine, with a sunny yellow, lime-green, and cream color scheme. In the distance I could hear waves surging up the beach and seagulls crying. Above our heads, the white lace curtains blew like wisps of nothing in the morning breeze.
She faced away from me so I could see the marks I’d left on her skin. Real bruises striped and dotted her butt and thighs in many shades of darkening red and faint blue. They fascinated me and made me think about creating more.
The cane would have to be rested for a few days while she recovered. But there was a crop in the box too. When I’d ordered online, the impact toys and implements of pain had drawn and fascinated me. Jodie might be horrified if she saw them. I planned to try them all in the coming days.
This had changed from some onerous task – helping her do a weird documentary – into an adventure. This was what had been missing from our relationship. All those notions where she’d held herself distant from me – not happening anymore. This was what I needed. Control. My terms. I inhaled deeply. And I wanted this new perverse kink of mine too.
When she stirred, I got up and retrieved the cuffs from the top of the antique chest of drawers as well as the collar I’d put there. My dick hardened as I strode back to the bed.
I knelt beside it. Blearily, she opened her eyes. “Good morning, Jodie.”
“Morning,” she whispered.
A smile began to form on her lips.
“That wasn’t a question.” I waited for her response, hoping it would be a good one.
Her eyes flew open.
“One word. Three hits.” I stood, slid my arm under her torso, and hauled her from the bed so she sprawled facedown onto the rug.
Though she let loose small, angry screams and struggled like some beast – a cute sexy one – dragged from its burrow, I easily subdued her. I was heavier, stronger, and I could take down a man my size or even larger, if he wasn’t good at fighting. Jodie had zero chance.
Straddling her, and sitting with some of my weight on her back, I got both cuffs back on, locked, then I clicked them together. By then she was breathing hard. Her body pushed me upward with each labored breath.
I whacked her once, lightly, on the ass and she squealed and drummed her legs against the floor.
“At least you had the sense not to say more words.”
Her petite growl made my heart lift and my lips twisted into a grin. Such a fucking thrill, wrestling her down when she resisted.
“You’re getting this on too.” I dangled the collar before her eyes.
“Mm-mm!”
“Oh, yes.” Then I looped it around her neck, buckled it, and locked it. “All those BDSM freaks like to have collaring ceremonies. “Not me.”
I rolled her over so I could see her face, though I didn’t use my weight on her much at all, since that would have crushed her arms under her back. Her breasts wobbled and I couldn’t resist. I grabbed both her nipples and squeezed until she flashed a cross glare my way. Then I squeezed some more, only letting go when she bucked under me and whimpered.
“This…” I ran my fingers under the collar. “Is staying on. It makes you my little captured slave. Doesn’t it?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“No.” She bit her lip, then waited with widened eyes, as if afraid she’d gone too far.
“That’s okay. I asked you. I disagree, of course. We have weeks, months, years for me to convince you. One day you’ll answer, yes. You’ll kneel and kiss my feet and say, Klaus, I’m your slave. Hey! Stop scowling.”
More mind-fucking fun. Though part of me was ecstatic at the thought of that coming true. I gave her body a jiggle by rocking my thighs. Then, like a king bestowing some great reward, I raised my forefinger and planted it in the center of her forehead. “Not that it matters. If I say you’re mine, you’re mine.”
Alarm flared in her eyes.
I drifted my finger downward until I reached her mouth and I inserted my knuckle between those sweet lips. This time I didn’t have to ask. When I waited a while with my finger there, I saw some change come over her. Her body relaxed, her eyes seemed to soften, and she licked me, then she sucked and licked again. Her tongue tip was damp and soft.
Slowly the anxiety in her eyes ebbed and vanished.
