“Yeah, I hear that a lot,” Sean returned with wry humor. “Like I said the other day, you’re in love with her.”
There was no point in denying the obvious. “That about sums it up. I denied it while she was married, ran from it after I contributed to Kurt’s death, and have tried to fight it because of that in the last few weeks. Nothing’s worked.”
Rising, Sean advised, “Ask yourself if she’s worth the risk, then why don’t you try the one thing you’re so bad at? Talk to her. Just like with your parents, you might be surprised with what you hear.”
Dare he hope she’d been trying to contact him today to forgive and forget? If so, Dax would have to decide whether that olive branch would offer enough hope they could build something special between them without his past actions eventually returning to drive a permanent wedge between them. Talk to her. Standing, he gazed down at Darci’s headstone again and thought of all the time she’d been cheated out of and how short life really could be. Is Krista worth the risk of even more heartache? Oh, hell yes, always had been. He would talk to her, but in such a way that he’d know for certain if she truly meant what she said.
Pivoting, he called out to Sean, who was almost to his car. “Hold up, Sean!” Trotting over to him, he said, “Bring her to the yacht instead of the club. I’ll meet you there.”
A slow smile curved Sean’s mouth. “Will do, bro.”
Chapter 14
Krista hopped on board the yacht, her heart pounding with trepidation, her palms sweaty with the struggle she still battled over: her decision to move on without Master Dax. It had hurt—she couldn’t believe how much—when she thought about submitting to another Dom and imagined the future without hearing Master Dax’s deep voice commanding her, feeling his body controlling hers. Kurt’s stark admission he was desperate enough to end his life with more painful, drastic measures he’d known would’ve added to her devastation exonerated Dax, in her mind, of any wrongdoing. She knew her husband, and had been aware of his despair at the thought of her seeing and dealing with the worst part of his disease. If there was any blame to be laid at someone’s feet, it would have to be hers. She’d lived with him, knew him better than anyone else and should have noted just how desperate he’d become.
After spending a restless night in indecision, she’d woken yesterday morning aching to talk to Dax, to hear him out, to be with him again. His refusal to answer her calls and texts added to the weight of guilt crushing her. Since she’d already burned her bridges for employment at the hospital by phoning Shelly and quitting without notice after running out on her shift, she didn’t even have that connection any longer. Tired of his stubborn silence, Krista had spent a good portion of the day dredging up her anger, replaying the numerous times he’d backed away from her while keeping that huge secret from her. Deciding she wasn’t willing to go back to the lonely, pathetic mess she’d been before he’d agreed to be her temporary Dom, she’d dug up Sean’s number, vowing to move on regardless of how much it pained her to do so.
Soft rock was the only sound resonating around the playroom, which gave her pause as she entered and saw Master Sean was the only one there. Rising from his slouched position on the curved sofa, he strode toward her, his eyes pinning her in place as effectively as a command would. Okay, I’m not dead inside. Her body’s slow warming proved that. Now, if she could just focus on that instead of how she wished it was a pair of green eyes caressing her with blatant approval, and a slightly leaner frame she would be yielding against soon. A sudden cold chill swept her, erasing the warmth when she thought about this Dom possessing her the way Dax had.
“Relax, Krista. Nothing will happen you don’t want to tonight.” As Sean held out his hand, she accepted the offer she knew would become an order if she refused, and followed him over to the fucking chair, determined not to take a step backward.
Eying the contraption, she worked to swallow around the lump lodged in her throat as she pictured herself strapped on it, legs spread over the gap in the seat, her orifices put on display, open and ready for use.
Wasting no time, Master Sean ordered, “Strip,” then turned away to retrieve something from a cabinet on the far wall. Scanning the empty room, she hesitated, wishing there was at least another couple here, as she’d expected when Master Sean called her back with instructions to meet on the yacht instead of the club. She’d been excited at the change of venue and a spark of hope had ignited, thinking Dax would be here. Had she accepted so readily because she’d hoped to get Dax’s attention by arriving with one of his friends? If she didn’t yearn so much to talk with him, ache so badly to work things out, that thought would have bothered her, as she’d never been the type of person to resort to such wiles to get attention.
“Problem?” Master Sean asked as he walked back toward her carrying a long-handled spanker in the shape of a small, red silicone hand, displeasure written on his face.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m a little nervous as I was expecting others to be here.” Krista’s fingers fumbled with the tie on her peasant blouse.
Sean nodded in understanding. “More noise, more people, more distractions from what you’re doing—and with whom.”
She looked away from the knowing glint in his eyes and his accurate perception. “Something like that.”
“Look at me.” The stern whiplash of his tone whipped her gaze back to face his steely-eyed look. “Decide, Krista. Strip or give up.”
Master Sean’s deliberate choice of words worked as he’d intended, and were just what Krista needed to goad her into obeying him. Pulling her blouse off, she said, “I’ll stay, Sir.” After shimmying out of her skirt and panties, she laid her clothes on a small table off to the side, the air-conditioning raising goosebumps along her flesh.
“I’d better get to work warming you up before you either bolt or turn blue,” he teased with a crooked smile. “Sit.” He pointed to the chair with the spanker, a gleam in his eyes to now match that grin.
He knows what he’s doing. The thought flitted through her head as Master Sean worked with quick, deft efficiency, cuffing Krista’s wrists on the arms, strapping her thighs to the sides, then securing her ankles to the legs, rendering her immobile and at his mercy. Panic threatened to come up in a ball of nausea when he leaned over her and covered her eyes with a black silk blindfold, shutting her in darkness.
A hand gripped her nape as she heard the click of the door opening and Master Sean’s growl, “Breathe,” whispered in her ear. Her heart beating a mile a minute, Krista sucked in a deep breath that released with a giddy whoosh when she recognized the deep voice whispering in her other ear.
“I need one word from you, little one, before I take over for Master Sean. Do you forgive me?”
Krista heard the pain in Master Dax’s voice, felt the rigid tension in his taut body, and answered without hesitation. “There’s nothing to forgive… Master.”
Sean and Dax exchanged startled looks, both aware a submissive only referred to a Dom as Master without attaching his name if she belonged solely to him. “Your sub, Master Dax.” Sean pinned him with his intent gaze, daring him to deny it.
Dax couldn’t believe it would be that easy. Just like visiting his parents that morning and seeing their ravaged faces from not only losing Darci, but thinking they’d lost him too then, after hearing how they’d been seeing Sean for counseling, forgiving them and agreeing to move on from past mistakes. Taking the spanker Sean handed him, he replied in a shaky voice he did nothing to disguise. “Thank you.” Nodding, Sean walked out without another word, leaving him with his dream come true. Looking down at Krista bound in the chair, holding her breath for his next move, his blood surged in a hot rush to his groin with one thought.
Mine.
“That was more t
han one word, girl.” Stroking the silicone hand over her puckered nipples, he looped one nipple ring around the pinkie and tugged, drawing a gasp from her. Releasing the jewelry, he slapped the hand on the inside of one thigh. “I’m through running, Krista.” Another slap on her opposite leg. “I’ve wanted you far too long.”
“You… you’re the one who refused to talk to me… Sir.”
With a flip of the switch on the side of the chair, it tilted back, leaving her lower body at the perfect angle for fucking. Dax flicked the spanker against the fleshy mound of her breast as he released his cock. “My mistake, little one, which I won’t make again.”
“Because Master Sean won’t let you?” she bravely questioned him.
“Because I won’t risk losing you again.” Dropping the spanker, Dax braced his left hand on the back of the chair by her head and leaned over her. With his right, he worked the loop on a ridged, silicone anal dildo over his erection to fit snugly around the base, attaching the anal probe under his cock to jut out at the same angle. The vibrating butterfly wings sitting on top of his shaft were an extra bonus for her.
Dax’s words reverberated inside Krista and increased the dampness dripping from her pussy that started as soon as she heard his voice. Then he was probing between her legs, the smooth crown of his cock head nudging her gaping sheath with a much narrower, lubed prod at her anus. Ripples of anticipation danced under her skin as pleasure blossomed.
“Tell me you want me,” Master Dax demanded as he plucked at a nipple.
“Take off the blindfold. Please, Master.” How easily that title rolled off her lips, as easy and pleasurable as the way his next push breached her pussy and back hole.
“I’m going to have to do something about this new penchant you have for forgetting who’s the boss.” Dax lifted the blindfold and Krista’s vision filled with his dark, taut face, his eyes blazing with green fire. He appeared to be struggling to hold himself in check. “Tell me you want me,” he repeated with a deeper surge inside her.