“If you’re going to fucking keep that up, you’d better if you want to see your balls again,” she screamed.
“Oh, little lamb, you are in so much trouble.” He chuckled. He knew the first three swats would sting, but he wanted to get her attention. Mission accomplished.
Flipping her around on the bed, he fastened leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Attaching a short chain to her wrist cuffs, he attached her arms to her legs, spreading her wide. She still had some movement in her body. She could arch her back, but her arms and legs were stuck together.
“Fucking bastard,” Rachel muttered. She wasn’t really hurting, more egging him on. This was what her body had been craving.
“Keep pushing and see how far you get, lamb.”
“Yeah right, I’m waiting.” She was so going to pay, but it was worth it.
“Okay, you asked for it.” He warned her and let the flogger dance over her ass and pussy. He didn’t even bother to count, just let her have it.
“Hey, I thought you said only fifteen,” she screamed after several strikes.
“That was before you decided to get mouthy,” he told her.
“Fine, bring it on. Do your worst,” she tempted him.
“Lamb, you don’t want my worst, but you will get my best.” And he gave it to her.
When he was done, he knelt behind her and rubbed a soothing cream over her butt and upper thighs where most of the strikes had landed. Then lubing himself and her rear hole, he took her ass, lying over her and nibbling the back of her neck. Reaching underneath her, he rubbed her clit until she came screaming his name, not once, not twice, but three times.
When they were both sated and exhausted, he unfastened her, and lying on his side, pulled her to him, tucking her head under his chin.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Craig let Rachel nap for a short time, then went and ran a hot bath. She was going to be stiff and sore if she didn’t get her muscles relaxed.
After their bath, they ate and went to the club. Craig was bartending, and Rachel liked to sit and talk to him while he worked.
The next several days went by quietly. The date they had set for the wedding was not far away, and Rachel needed to meet with her girls one more time. She still hadn’t heard from Tina, but according to Margaret, she was checking in regularly and everything was okay. Rachel still worried but couldn’t do anything about it.
Saturday came, and all the women had a meeting in the conference room at the club to finish planning Rachel’s wedding and collaring ceremony. They had decided to do both on the same day, with the wedding being in the morning at the court house and the collaring ceremony in the evening at the club. Kyle, Evan, and Dave had offered to close the club for the private party that evening, and other than a few small details, everything was planned.
Rachel planned to wear a simple white dress for the wedding. What she was wearing for the collaring was a little more elaborate, but with much less material.
There hadn’t been any more contact from Hawkins, but the men had not relaxed. All of the girls were going insane. Talk about overprotective alpha males. Rachel hadn’t been out of the club for days, Jenna and Sadie were stuck in their homes with their children, and Alan didn’t let Theresa out of his sight. Craig did let Rachel work reception, but he or one of the security people had to be with her at all times. Everyone was getting restless.
Finally, Rachel couldn’t take it anymore. She had to get out. Looking at Craig, she told him, “Either you take me shopping or I fucking go alone. If I don’t get out of here, I’m not responsible for my actions.”
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” He had to tease her a little. He knew it was hard for her to be cooped up and didn’t blame her.
“I don’t care if it’s a good idea or not. I don’t even care if you blister my ass so bad that I don’t sit for a year. I have to get out of this place.” Going crazy was an option.
Grabbing her hand, he headed towards the door, pulling her behind him. “Come on, let’s go,” he told her.
She didn’t even care where they were going, as long as it was somewhere else.
Craig knew Rachel had been looking online for what she wanted to wear to the collaring ceremony, but hadn’t found what she wanted yet. When they stopped at her favorite fetish wear shop, she squealed with delight.
“How can I shop with you with me? I want it to be a surprise,” she said with a hint of dismay in her voice, but not enough to dampen the excitement.
“I’m not going in. I’m going to stand outside the door and wait as long as it takes. Here’s my credit card, buy whatever you want, I don’t care how much you spend. This card is unlimited, buy the entire store out if you want to. When you’re done, call me, and I’ll help you carry your packages.”
Almost jumping up and down, she was so excited. Rachel took the offered card and entered the store. The only thing that would make it better would be if one or more of her friends were with her.
When she entered the store, it appeared to be empty except for the clerk. Heading straight for the clothing, she heard voices from the fitting rooms. Grabbing several items to try on, she walked towards the changing rooms. There were only three rooms and they all appeared to be occupied. Sitting on a bench to wait, she was startled when all three doors opened at once.