“You’re as talented as I remember, hon, even without using your hands. Suck a little harder now… ahh, that’s it.”
Bobbing her head up and down put a strain on her neck and upper shoulders, but his approval made the discomfort worth it. The only thing that could make this scene better would be if she were naked, could feel his eyes and hands on her as she pleased him. Unbidden, the memory of the last time she’d been naked in front of a man popped up and drew a shudder of revulsion. Gerard had left her shivering and bleeding after his last visit to her in that dank, dark room before she’d been rescued, her body bruised and cold, her mind raging at him and herself for landing in that predicament.
“What’s wrong, Nan?” Dan asked, the laser-sharp concern and underlying anger in his tone pulling her back to the present.
Nan shook her head, refusing to give up the treat of servicing him to the past. Putting all her efforts into getting him off, she focused on swirling her tongue faster over his hot flesh, stroked with harder pressure where she knew he was most sensitive. She scraped her teeth down the silk-covered shaft, his deep groan adding to the warmth generated from the simple task of seeing to his needs. Keeping her eyes down, she waited for him to grip her face and take over her movements as he usually did. When he didn’t, disappointment swamped her despite the thrill of drawing out his release with hard suctioning pulls of her hollowed cheeks. His cock jerked, the spurt of his cum jetting down her convulsing throat, but she missed the sore throbbing of her warm buttocks from a long spanking beforehand egging her on. The flutters of arousal, tight nipples pulsating from the bite of clamps and a damp pussy aching to be pummeled remained absent, and damn it all to Hell, she wanted those satisfying sensations back.
As Nan swallowed the last of Dan’s orgasm, she lightened up on her draws, loosening her tight lips clinging to his throbbing flesh as she lowered her hands to his tense thighs. She took a few seconds to enjoy licking the satin-smooth crown, removing every pearly drop of cum before lifting her head and gazing up at his flushed face. Fine tremors rippled under her skin as she saw the toll giving up control had taken on him in his clenched fists and rigid jaw. His hands gripped the armrests, the raw scrapes across his knuckles catching her eye.
Frowning, she licked the taste of him off her lips as she traced a finger over the cuts. “What happened here?”
“A purge of anger. Come here.”
Dan reached down and hauled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. She’d never been a cuddler. Other than a few caresses to help her come down from an exultant high following an intense scene, she didn’t desire comfort. Since she hadn’t achieved that lofty goal, in fact hadn’t experienced that ultimate ecstasy in almost a year, she didn’t understand why his embrace felt so good, why she wanted to sit there longer when she knew she needed to get going.
“Just tell me one thing before I take you home, please.”
With a sigh, Nan lifted her face up to his, knowing she owed him something for giving up his control to her, sensing from his tone and dark gaze he would battle her for an answer. “What?”
“Tell me you filed charges against the son-of-a-bitch.”
That was easy enough. “Not to worry, Dan.” She pushed off his lap before she let herself get too comfortable. “Thanks to his wealth, he’s out on bail, but awaiting trial in August. I open in an hour and have to get to the shop.”
Dan had never struggled so hard against anything as he did to keep from demanding more from Nan. The hunger for him to take over the scene, to exert his dominance, and her disappointing lack of arousal was written all over her face and in the dullness of her golden-eyed gaze. His lap and arms felt empty when she rose, but he would have to look more closely at that new reaction later. Pushing to his feet, he zipped up his jeans, wishing he cou
ld sit and enjoy the final clutches of pleasure she had pulled from him.
“Let’s go, then.” Clasping her hand, he led her out to his truck with one bright, positive thought pushing through his conflicting emotions. She hadn’t cared for his passive role any more than he. That meant he could move a little faster with his plans to get her over the hurdle of her fears, which suited him just fine.
He drove her back to her place in companionable silence, and he was glad that hadn’t changed between them. He couldn’t think of another woman he’d been as comfortable with, either at a kink club or as a vanilla friend, than Nan. Pulling behind the tea shop, he didn’t push her by insisting on walking her upstairs. The more he treated her as usual despite the temporary change in their relationship, the easier it would be for her to stay relaxed.
Leaving the truck idling, he turned in his seat and reached in front of her to unlatch her seatbelt and then open the door. With his face close enough to hers their breaths meshed and his arm brushed her breasts, he stated, “I’ll pick you up for lunch on Wednesday since you’re closed. Fair warning, I intend to up my control as well as pry more information out of you.” She stiffened and narrowed her eyes, her mouth setting in a stubborn pout. “If you intend to balk or argue, call me and we’ll cancel. You have to want this in order for me to help you.”
Dan watched as his words sunk in and her shoulders relaxed, the pinched look around her mouth softening. “I don’t plan to, but if I freak out while having lunch in a public place, I’ll never forgive you.”
He nodded. “Understood. That’s not something I would risk, anyway.”
“Then I’ll see you in a few days.” She hopped out, but before closing the door, turned back toward him and said, “Thank you for last night.”
“I care, Nan, always have. You know that.”
“I know, as do I.” She gave him one of those cheeky, teasing grins he got a kick out of. “And that’s why I’m not telling you to fuck off.”
Slamming the door on his burst of laughter, he waited until she sauntered inside before heading back home in a much better mood.
Chapter 7
The craft fair brought in another good crowd that afternoon, and staying busy kept Nan from obsessing over what Dan meant by upping his control and wondering how far he would go in public. When at the club, she didn’t mind letting go in front of others, in fact, she used to get off on the exhibitionism. Heeding Master Dan’s commands in a public place was a different story. Before Gerard had destroyed her confidence in herself, she would have trusted Dan and herself without reservation. She regretted that loss the most, she thought as she locked the tea shop’s door behind her after closing.
On legs leaden with exhaustion and with the headache she had woken up with starting to creep back in, she glanced around the town square still lined with booths selling everything from home baked goods to hand crafted items. She winced as she took in the milling, last-minute shoppers. The craft fair may have been good for business, but now all she wanted was the peace and quiet of her small hometown back. With a sigh, she wound her way along the sidewalk, the warm afternoon sun splashing down on her face helping to improve her mood. Early summer was a great time of year in Montana, and after months of frigid temperatures and snow, it was no wonder people were looking for reasons to spend more time outdoors.
Nan wondered what activities Greg and Devin offered at their new dude ranch, which is where some of these visitors had come from. She wouldn’t mind checking out their resort, maybe spending a day trail riding and having a picnic in a scenic spot. That was, if she could face the two Doms again after her mortifying behavior the other night. She cringed whenever she thought of going back to the club, but giving up the lifestyle she loved and reaped so many benefits from wasn’t an option. Regardless of her lack of trust in herself, she would rely on Master Dan to get her back to her former happy place.
She’d thought it would be difficult to switch into their Dom/sub roles outside of the club, the only place they’d indulged in them together. But the ease with which she had gone to her knees before Dan in his home surprised her as much as when he’d chosen to come to her last night instead of spending the whole evening at The Barn. Where their relationship would be once she was back to normal, she couldn’t fathom, but at least his offer gave her something else to think about besides the nightmares.
Entering the library, she spotted Avery waving her over to a table. Books were spread out on the long, extra tables set up for the fair and several caught her eye as she padded over to her friend. “Have you been waiting long?” she asked, setting her purse down on the floor next to an empty chair.
“Nope, just got here. This is bigger than I’d imagined. Poor Willa is being run ragged. It’s a good thing she has Alice, and a few other volunteers.”