Part 11 (1/2)

Jude watched her closely, padding over to her side as she grimaced into the phone.

”I know, I... Yes... Yes, I am... Jason, I'm a big girl... No, don't... I'm fine...” Lori glanced at Jude and raised her eyebrows. Then she rolled her eyes. ”I will... Okay... No, please, Jason... Okay. Fine. Give me an hour.” She moaned as she set the phone down next to her like it had a disease.

Jude reached for Lori, pulled her upright and sat next to her. He'd heard Jason screaming through the line. ”He's coming over, isn't he?” he asked.

”Yep. It wasn't as though I had a chance to talk him out of it.” She leaned back over the phone. ”I need to text him the address.”

When she finished typing, he lifted her chin to meet her gaze. ”I'm sorry.”

”For what, exactly? For leaving me? For putting me in this predicament where Jason is having a fit? For breaking up my perfectly good relations.h.i.+p with Margaret?”

He sucked in a breath. ”Is that how you see it? Do you feel like I ruined your relations.h.i.+p?”

”Didn't you?” She squirmed, trying to wiggle free of the grasp he had on her biceps. Finally she gave up and met his gaze again. ”I was her Domme, Jude. That's the only relations.h.i.+p we've had for a year. You destroyed that in one evening. I couldn't even look at her straight after you took over my scene.”

”Are you mad?” He furrowed his brow.

”I don't know,” she admitted. ”But it's weird, and I'm not surprised Jason is heading this way. He's probably had a few words with Margaret too. They're close.”

”Well, I'm sorry for all of the above. It wasn't my intention to hurt you ever. It was totally unavoidable on my part.” That wasn't entirely true. He didn't have to be here right now. He could have stayed away, let Lori live her life. But once he'd gotten it in his head to return to her, he hadn't been able to shake the idea. He needed her like his next breath. Probably more than he'd admitted to himself.

”You've said as much.” She wiggled from his grasp and scooted to get away. ”I need to hurry. It wouldn't be a good thing if I were naked when Jason arrives.” She eased onto the floor and padded toward her suitcase.

Jude stepped up behind her where she bent to rummage through her clothes. ”No clothes in my house, Lori.” He couldn't back down on that edict now. He'd seem weak.

She stood with an armful of clothing and spun around. ”You're kidding, right? You want me to meet Jason without clothes?”

”First of all, don't use that tone with me. You know better. Second of all, you haven't used one ounce of respect toward me since you woke up. And thirdly, I don't want you to meet Jason at all right now, certainly not in my home, no.”

She looked at him with fire behind her eyes.

He held up a hand. ”Hold on, baby. I didn't say you couldn't see him, just that I don't like it. Put your clothes down. I'll figure something out while you shower.” He nodded toward the bathroom. ”Go on. And leave the door open.” He wouldn't tolerate her taking any privacy. Lori turned toward the bathroom, dropping her armful of clothes on the suitcase in a huff. ”Baby, you need to take a moment to think about your actions this morning. Surely you can remember what it was like under my roof. It hasn't been that long. This disrespect will land you in an uncomfortable predicament for quite some time.”

She flinched when he finished, her a.s.s clenching in front of him. ”Yes, Sir.”

”Get in the shower. I expect you to finish in there and meet me in the kitchen quickly.” He stepped back toward the door. Grabbing the frame, he turned back. ”You aren't to touch yourself for any reason without my direction. Understood?”

”Yes, Sir.”

He left her to finish breakfast. He didn't know how he was going to handle things with Jason yet, but he did know he had to deal with the issue. She was his. He'd do everything in his power to impress that upon her without alienating her. It was going to be difficult, the road uphill.

Lori stood under the spray of water, s.h.i.+vering even though the stream was as hot as she could tolerate. Jason had been furious. He wasn't going to take this well at all. And she couldn't blame him. But he wasn't in her head. He didn't understand what kind of hold Jude had over her.

She didn't understand her reactions. How was someone else going to? And she had no earthly idea how she'd go about explaining her actions.

Jude was demanding. He'd always been that way. It was what attracted her to him in the first place. She'd craved his firm hand. She still did if her p.u.s.s.y's reactions to his words were any indication. How the h.e.l.l had she gone from being a stern Domme to a humble submissive in the blink of an eye?

”Are you going to stay in there all day?” She jumped at the sound of his voice.

s.h.i.+t. She hadn't even started. She grabbed the shampoo so fast she fumbled and dropped the bottle on the tile. As she lifted it and popped the top, she felt him watching her.

”I used to have a time limit on your showers.”

He had, that was right. She made quick work of rubbing her scalp and using the shampoo to wash her body. In less than a minute, she had the conditioner in.

”Be sure to shave everything.”

Lori took a deep breath as she reached for the razor he'd left. Pink, of course. She needed to gather her nerves if he was going to watch her shave. As it was, she was shaking like a leaf from having been caught daydreaming instead of bathing.

Steady... She didn't need to nick herself on top of everything else.

Jude sauntered closer as she worked, until he was leaning against the gla.s.s door. His gaze penetrated her, making her hyperaware of every move.

She worked from the bottom up, carefully ensuring her legs were smooth and then lifting one leg onto the shower bench to reach between her thighs. Her hands weren't as steady as she'd like with him watching her, but she managed, praying she'd done a good enough job to pa.s.s his inspection. At the last second she even removed the strip of hair she'd been neatly grooming for several months. He'd said he liked it, but she knew how he felt about a bare p.u.s.s.y.

When she finally set the razor down, rinsed her hair and flipped off the water, she was downright nervous.

Jude opened the door and made a gesture that she should exit, swiping his arm through the air and bowing as though she were royalty. His face was grim when he looked at her.

He grabbed a towel from the rack and dried her himself while she bit her lip. When he finished, he tucked the towel under his arm, took her hand and led her from the room.

She trailed behind him as he pulled her into the bedroom. He set a towel on the bed. ”Lie on the edge of the mattress.” His firm voice sent a s.h.i.+ver down Lori's spine. s.h.i.+t.

”You know I always like to check your work.” Jude waited while she situated herself on the bed and spread her legs. He was so close she could hear him breathing. ”If I have to go back over any areas, you won't like the consequences.”

Lori's hand shook as she held her folds open for him.

Jude leaned forward and examined her with his intense gaze. He stroked one finger over her skin while she held her breath. ”Good job.” He grabbed a tube of something from the side table, popped the lid on the cream and squeezed out a long line onto his finger. Lori flinched while he applied the ointment. She tried to keep her mind on anything else, but Jude was thorough. She sucked her top lip between her teeth as he stroked through her folds and across her c.l.i.t. When it was over, Lori's heart raced. She'd survived, and the look on Jude's face as she exhaled told her he'd thoroughly enjoyed her plight.

”That should be enough,” he said as he wiped his finger on the towel. ”Any more and you'll come.”

And that would be a bad thing?

She needed to come. Between Jude's touch and his scrutiny, she was a ball of nerves.

”Follow me.” Lori heaved her still-shaky self off the bed and followed him through the bedroom and out to the main living area. The breakfast nook was sunny, two walls covered in windows. He led her straight toward that area. She almost let her guard down as they arrived, thinking he was going to seat her and let her eat, but no such luck.

”Stay. I'll be right back.” His voice was rough.

Lori flinched, goose b.u.mps rising across her skin as she remained rigid, waiting on him to return.

Moments later Jude was back, holding exactly what Lori suspected. She fisted her hands. It had been so long since she'd endured one of his punishments. Even after him f.u.c.king her last night, she would be tight. She hadn't had a real c.o.c.k inside her for two years. And the d.i.l.d.os she and Margaret used were never as large as the one Jude held in his hand.

Jude pulled a chair from the breakfast table over to the wide expanse of floor-to-ceiling windows lining the wall. He set the chair against the center window, facing the gla.s.s, and placed the c.o.c.k in his hand on the seat.

Lori hadn't seen that particular type before, but he'd had similar d.i.l.d.os in the past. This one was flesh colored. The base was a wide rubber that adhered to the surface of the seat when he pressed down. The large phallus bounced above its base, secure now.

Jude stepped back and pointed at the chair. ”You know what to do.”

She closed her eyes for a second. How long before Jason would arrive?