Working Out the Kinks (Chain) Page 11

  I slowly pulled my legs around to dangle over the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes open. There was a note resting on my bedside table:

  Drink plenty of water today. It will help your healing process. We’ll continue with your training this Friday. Until then…E

  I frowned as I read the word Friday, knowing I wouldn’t get to see him the rest of the week. When I stood up it took me a moment to adjust before I could get on my running clothes. It was my easy day at school, and class wouldn’t start for me until eleven. I took off in a light sprint around campus, stopping every so often to catch my breath or change my music on my iPod. My normal route took me across Westwood, past the hospital and down the road into the fraternity and sorority houses. I daydreamed as I wandered through my familiar neighborhood, losing myself in the jog.

  I found myself with a sense of loneliness by the time Wednesday’s history class with Whitney came around. She never showed up, even after our professor walked in five minutes late. I sent her a text to check in and see if everything was all right, but she never messaged me back. Instead, later Thursday night, I received a text from Eric, telling me Whitney was fine and they were together. He also gave me instructions as to what I would wear to bed that night and what time I would need to be asleep by.

  I grew angry and upset. Why wouldn’t Whitney call me herself? Why did Eric have to be the one to answer my message? A stab of jealously rushed through me. I kept trying to remind myself that Whitney wasn’t interested in Eric for a long-term relationship, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was taking up what time I would have been having with him. I started to feel left out of what ever it was they were doing, and the more I let it sink in, the more agitated I became.

  “This is ridiculous,” I said out loud as I stood and left the couch to go search out clothes. I needed to get out of the apartment. Strangely enough, I felt the surge of Eric’s power as I locked up my front door. He wouldn’t like what I was doing, disobeying his orders. I clutched my backpack tighter against my shoulder, as if it were some sort of protection against the invisible force of my Master.

  Thursday nights brought out most of the students of UCLA to the various restaurants and lounges around Westwood. Most of everywhere was packed full of people, getting in a late night meal or meeting up with groups of friends. The coffee shop I was traveling to was further down toward the edge of the heart of town. It would be quiet, but at least I wouldn’t be alone. There was a small line when I arrived, but nothing that bothered me. As I waited, I felt my phone vibrate in my back jeans. Since I was next to step up to the register, I chose to ignore the call.

  “Grande soy mocha latte, please,” I ordered and paid for my drink. When my drink was called, and I took a seat in one of their plush chairs and opened my book. As soon as I was turning the first page, my phone was ringing again. The caller ID showed Eric was calling, but I was hesitant to answer. I let it go to voice mail and tried to focus back on my book. An hour later, a text message appeared. Where are you?

  I typed out a reply and told him that I was out. Barely a minute later, another message came through. Go home now, Alexandra. I’ll make you regret it later if you don’t.

  His warning was clear, but at least I was getting his attention. Quickly I typed my response: What would you like me to do when I get home?

  Eric answered, and my heart almost stopped. “Receive your punishment. I’m waiting.”

  My backpack was back on my shoulder in a second, my empty cup tossed into the trash. I tried not to stumble as I rushed home and my klutzy feet were trying to keep up with my legs as best as they could. Waiting at the stoplights was a brand new form of torture for me. I picked up speed as I neared my neighborhood and when I turned down my street, I recognized the sleek Mercedes parked outside my apartment. The car’s windows were even blacker than normal in the cover of the night. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him, watching me as I came closer. I felt sick, obsessed with the fact that I knew his hands would be on me, no matter the pain or pleasure. The driver’s window slowly rolled down when I stopped in front of the car.

  “Get in,” Eric’s ordered. I could only see the dark silhouette of his face and neck. My hands were shaking when I opened the passenger side and slid into the car, shutting the door behind me. Eric was sitting there, his hands folded in his lap and his seat belt off. His black shirt was rolled up at the sleeves and he was staring daggers at me.

  “Take off your shorts and leave your panties on,” he said without feeling. I fumbled with the buttons on my jeans, but eventually had them peeled off my legs. I had forgotten I was wearing a lacy pair of underwear, some of my more expensive panties I had bought myself as a congratulations gift for getting an A on almost all my finals last semester. He never noticed them though, his gaze never leaving mine.

  “Bend yourself over my lap, and get your ass up in the air as high as it will go.”

  My mouth parted open with shock, but I knew better than to speak. As carefully as I could, I maneuvered myself inside the cramped confines of his car, twisting and turning every which way so I could get into the correct position. He rolled the window back down and the cool night breeze came through the car.

  “Put your head out the window and hold on to the door.”

  My stomach dropped.

  “But someone might–”

  “At this point, I don’t give an ounce of a fuck if anyone sees us. You’re lucky I’m not tying you to the street sign instead so I can give you something more public,” he cut in sharply.

  Anyone could see me, if they decided to look closely. Thank God the streetlamp above the car was broken. It gave me a little privacy, though not much. I obeyed his command, my gaze focusing on the lights coming through several of the windows at the apartment complex across the way.

  Eric moved underneath me, adjusting his seat to lower slightly. He touched my thigh, smoothing across my skin. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and stopped.

  “Do you think I like wasting my time like this?” His hand tightened into a fist and then pulled roughly, ripping my underwear off my hips with a loud tear. I gasped and pressed my mouth against the door, trying to hide my shock.

  “Do you think my rules are just some basic guidelines for you to consider?”

  I shook my head, afraid to speak.

  “I had to leave dinner early tonight with three very important people, just so I could come over here and deal with your bullshit.”

  His hand came down on my ass with a sharp sting.

  “Your attempts at getting my attention are pathetic,” he sneered. Ten more spanks, each harder than the last, came down on my cheeks in rapid precision. I needed something to bite down on other than my lip, which I was sure was going to bleed because I was chewing so hard. Eric slapped my left cheek until I started to cry, and then he continued the punishment on the other side. He hit harder, the palm of his hand searing against my skin. The tears fell uncontrollably down my face. I tried pleading with him to stop and started to apologize profusely for wasting his time. But all Eric did was chuckle.

  “Keep crying, it turns me on when you do that,” he purred happily.

  The spanking was worse when he stopped and squeezed my tender skintight. I shut my eyes tight and used every ounce of restraint left in my body to take in a breath and then exhale, hoping to force some of the pain away. But Eric knew what I was doing, and he didn’t give me enough time to concentrate on myself. His hand started up once more and I lost control and broke down into more sobs.

  He finally stopped, much to my happiness, but his hand stayed on my throbbing ass.

  “Now, are you going to behave?” he asked me and I frantically nodded my head. Another hard slap came down, causing me to cry out in pain.

  “I didn’t hear that,” he said.

  “I’ll behave. I promise,” I shouted over my shoulder. Eric brought me back into the car, holding me in his lap as he grasped my head between his fingers. His skin
was hot from the spanking when he touched my cold face.

  “Don’t test me like this again, Alexandra,” he warned with a low voice, then released me.

  “Clean yourself up and then go to bed. I will see you tomorrow at seven,” he explained as I began to quickly dress. I was out of the car seconds thereafter. He turned the engine over and then let the tires squeal across the asphalt, the car roaring down the road.

  My legs were still shaking when I reached the front door. I couldn’t take my shorts off fast enough as I headed into my bedroom. When I flicked on the lights in the bathroom, my mouth hung open. My poor bottom was crimson red with the promise of more bruising by the morning.

  I hated myself for thinking any of what I had done had been a good idea. Sure, I had gotten his attention, but it had all quickly backfired.

  Friday morning came, and I wasn’t surprised to see the bruises that had formed. Mixed with the old and fading ones, were fresh colors splayed across both sides of my ass. As best as I could, I showered and tried numbing myself with two painkillers. Even with medication, the ache wouldn’t leave my body. I spent too much time lost in my thoughts, contemplating how much I had screwed up and acted out. I couldn’t wait to see him that evening. When I arrived, Eric opened the door and the moment he was in view, my arms were around him. He stiffened but allowed the hug.

  “I’m so sorry, Master,” I said in a whisper against his neck. I felt him nod, his hands tightening around my waist.

  “I know you are. But we’re past that now,” he replied, then placed a small kiss to my neck. I was crying quietly, but I couldn’t understand why. Tears threatened to fall as I buried my face against him.

  “I don’t know why I disobeyed you, I just…” I sniffled and shook my head. “I just wanted you. I needed you in any way I could have you.”

  Eric pulled me away from his shoulder to cup my face, bringing my lips to his. I held him close, my lips frantic against his. The kiss brought me from my haze of depression, igniting my passion and need for him. Together in each other’s arms, I felt like I could conquer the world. And when I was apart from him, I was lost. The door closed behind me when Eric pressed me up against it. I wrapped my legs around his waist for added support, hooking around at my ankles. Our tongues drove against one another, but I gave him the lead, allowing his dominance to take over. As fast as we had begun, Eric broke away from my mouth and brought my legs back down to the ground. He sighed and pressed his forehead to mine, holding my hands to his chest.

  “I have to prepare for tonight,” he explained. “This is Whitney’s final evening with me and I’ll have guests over soon.”

  I nodded my head, closing my eyes. “How can I help you, Master?”

  “Let’s begin in the shower.”

  I shimmied out of my dress, then dropped to my hands and knees, awaiting his command.

  “Prepare the water. I’ll be in soon.”

  I crawled with pride through the house, my hips bobbing up and down. I knew he had stopped to watch me leave because once I was down the hall I finally heard him walk away from the door. The shower was much easier to operate since he had helped me figure out each button and switch. I programmed it to his favorite settings, the jets streaming water out from the twin faucets overhead. I waited patiently for him, keeping my back straight and my head held high.

  When Eric arrived, sans clothing, he stepped under the water and bid me to come in and join him. Inside, I gave him a moment to let the water run down his body before I began to soap him with the loofah. The lather washed down the drain, exposing his muscles as he moved to sit down on the bench. While I washed his hair, he didn’t keep his hands off me. He ran his fingers up and down my breasts, tweaking my nipples painfully. I gave a moan and felt the warmth between my legs spread.

  Though I wanted to see where his touching would take us, I knew what my duties were, and I needed to finish his shower. I tapped his shoulder to signal I was finished, but Eric brought his head forward to capture one of my aching breasts into his mouth. He sucked me in and my head fell back. I ran my hands through his soapy hair and pulled him closer. When he let go of my nipple I wanted to scream with frustration.

  Fuck! I shouted in my head. He was teasing me. Eric stood and walked back under the water to rinse off. I took my place at his side, tucking my legs underneath me and waited for him to finish. The water splashed against me as he cleaned himself but I kept my gaze straight forward, not wanting the temptation of seeing him so close to me, naked under the water.

  “Stand up,” he ordered and I obeyed. Eric washed me entirely, scrubbing every inch. After my hair was cleaned, we left the shower. I followed him to the closet as he picked out his clothes to wear that evening. He rummaged through the colorful shirts, bringing one out and then another. I was happy to see him select a crisp white color and then select a simple black tie for contrast. His pants matched the tie, as well as his boxers. Once he was ready for me to begin his tie, Eric sat down, leaving his shirt unbuttoned for me. He patted his lap and I happily jumped into his arms, straddling his thighs. My bare skin brushed against his tailored clothing as I moved, exciting me more and causing my nipples to harden. We both watched as I slowly began to bring my fingers up his body with each button.

  “I have something for you to wear tonight,” he said just as I finished with the shirt. I grabbed the tie off his knee and looped it around his neck. But before I could begin, his mouth was back on mine, and I couldn’t have been happier to respond. Why couldn’t we keep our hands off each other? I tightened my fingers against the silk of his tie, pulling him closer to me. Eric groaned when I ground my hips into his lap.

  “Don’t make me late,” he warned with a purr while his lips moved down my cheek to nip at my neck. He stood and I gasped, trying to hold onto him the best I could. He gripped my ass tight when he pinned me to the wall. In seconds, he had unzipped his pants and plunged into me with one hard thrust. I cried out into his mouth and clawed at his back with one hand, the other still clutching onto his loose tie around his collar. He fucked me, pounding into my body and causing my backside to bang against the wall. Wanton and unbound, I met each thrust with my own, moving against him in perfect rhythm. The bruises from the night before brought on pain, yet it couldn’t compare to other sensations I was feeling.

  “Fuck,” I shouted up toward the ceiling when he gasped for air. Eric held my waist and brought me closer and closer to release. I was panting, desperate for him. I kissed his lips, his jaw, anywhere I could touch. He reached between us and captured my clit, rolling the bud of nerves around with quick friction.

  “Come for your Master,” he repeated, over and over again, his mouth pressed tight against my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut and my body exploded with pleasure. Thrusting harder, I heard his breath grow jagged as he found his own release. Our bodies slapped against one another loudly, but our cries were louder. His hips began to slow until finally all he could do was stand there, pressing into me as he regained his breath. My eyes opened and when I saw him resting his face against my collar I closed them once more, satisfied with myself.

  “I’m yours,” I said with a sigh, rolling my head to his shoulder and nuzzling against his neck. “I’m yours, Master.”

  Eric lifted himself from my chest to brush his lips to mine.

  “I’m yours,” I said again, quietly. He looked up and our gazes locked. I could see something there, past his deep sapphire eyes. It compelled me to say it once more, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “I’m yours.”

  He remained quiet, allowing my words to be the only things between us. With a slight nod, he pursed his lips together.

  “We’ll talk once we’re finished with tonight,” he whispered. I nodded my head, closing my eyes and feeling his warmth surround me. The moment our lips met once more, we heard the sounds of the door opening and then closing. The room went still for a few seconds before a soft piano melody began to stir.

  Wesley.


  “Best to not keep him,” Eric suggested while setting me back down to the ground. “He doesn’t like putting on a show without spectators.”

  I finished his tie in a crisp four-in-hand, a thinner knot, but one that would compliment his white shirt. He stepped away to inspect the tie at the mirror and made the final adjustments to his outfit.

  “Go and greet Wesley. I’ll be out in a moment,” he ordered. I dropped the floor and began to crawl away.

  “One last thing,” I heard him say. Eric walked up to me and tipped his finger under my chin, bringing me up and off my hands. I held his legs for support as he tied my hair up into a simple bun and then wrapped a thick velvet ribbon around my neck, twisting and turning it into a plush bow.

  “Now go make me proud,” he said with a small kiss to my forehead. I smiled and then crawled from the room. The piano melody was cheerful, and I assumed Wesley’s mood would match his music. He didn’t acknowledge me when I entered and took my place. The piano keys played through me as I waited patiently. Wesley was dressed in a black shirt rolled up at the elbows and tucked into his black pants. He seemed at peace, sitting there and allowing the music to dance off his fingers and through the piano. The floorboards moved and shifted as Eric walked in, glancing at Wesley and then focusing on me as he neared. He took his seat behind me and placed his hand on my head to stroke my hair affectionately while Wesley played for us.

  Thirty minutes passed with us sitting there simply listening to the music. My eyes grew heavy, my head dropping slightly to my shoulder. Eric’s soft fingers continued to play through my locks, only making me grow even more tired. A sudden knock at the door woke me from my lull. My head snapped and my spine straightened instantly. Wesley paused halfway through his song and glanced over his shoulder at Eric as he stood and made his way to the front door.