Club de Fleurs 4: Rachel

Rachel did what was necessary and decided to take a shower. He could stand out there all day and wait if he wanted to. Starting the water, she adjusted it to her liking and stepped in. She had her back to the shower door and didn’t hear the door open with the water running, so when Craig stepped in, she screamed. Can you say déjà vu?

Turning into his arms, she asked, “Didn’t we do something like this last night?”

“Close, but last night we didn’t have the fun we are going to have now,” he answered her.

He pinched her ass, and she gave a little squeal. They played in the shower until the water cooled, then they both dressed and went to have breakfast.

Sitting at the table and eating, Rachel decided to confront the elephant in the room. “About last night…” she started.

“Later,” was all he said.

“But…” she started again.

“I. Said. Later.” His voice was even more firm.

Well, so much for that, Rachel thought. He’s going to make me stew all day, it sounds like.

Craig knew they needed to discuss the events from the prior evening, but he was so glad Rachel was home and safe that he didn’t want to deal with it. Time enough for that later. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt her to fume for a while, and he needed time to come up with an appropriate punishment. It might be time to do a scene in front of the whole club. Maybe time to get his single tail out also. Rachel always had been a bit of a pain slut.

Chapter Nineteen

True to his word, Craig let Rachel think all day before talking about all that had happened.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she approached him again. “Master, I really think we need to talk about yesterday.”

“Okay, talk,” he answered her.

“Umm, well, I…” she started.

“Yes, go on,” he said in a flat tone. If she wanted to do this, he wasn’t going to help her.

“Damn it, Craig, you could make this a little easier for me.” She practically screamed, stamping her foot.

“Why, you took off on your own, explain on your own.” He wasn’t mad, but wanted to let her know he wasn’t happy either.

“Well, that’s it, I…I should have thought things out better. But I was trying to keep everyone safe. If the ass-hat is after me when I’m gone, no one here is in danger,” she said quickly.

“And why did you think that was a good idea?” He really wasn’t going to make this easy.

“I guess it wasn’t, thinking back on it. But I had good intentions, doesn’t that count for something?” She looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

Still not giving in, he looked at her blandly and said, “What about you and your safety? Did that factor into your good intentions?”

“I said I didn’t think! Just punish me and get it over with!” She answered him, starting to cry.

Knowing he was getting close to pushing her to her limit, he had to add one more jab. “You think a punishment will solve everything. Spank your ass, and Rachel can do whatever she wants. Right?”

“I know better than that. Hell, I probably won’t sit for a month, but it would be better than the cold shoulder you’ve given me all day.” She was still sobbing.

Pulling her into his lap, he said softly, “a month or two.” Kissing her gently, he told her, “I just want you to feel a little of what I felt when I didn’t know where you were or if you were okay. Thank God Evan activated the tracking on your phone and we could find you. If I lose you, I’ll never recover. You mean the world to me, Rachel. I love you. I’ve never said that to another woman except my mother. Don’t ever do that to me again.”

He took her in a bruising kiss, wanting to leave his mark on her. Picking her up, he carried her to the bedroom and quickly stripped what little clothing she was wearing off, and then stripped himself. His lips only leaving her for a brief minute.

Laying her in the bed, he crawled over her and with one forceful thrust, took her.

He repeated the word “mine” over and over until they both came with an explosive climax.

He rolled to his side and held her tightly. When she caught her breath, she looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry I worried you. I love you. Forgive me,”