Part 13 (1/2)

Her arms shook and she flung them forward to grab his biceps as her second o.r.g.a.s.m washed through her.

He watched her face, his own body pulsing in the aftermath as her p.u.s.s.y gripped him harder and squeezed.

”G.o.dd.a.m.n, baby,” he said as he released her legs and leaned over her to kiss her lips.

She lay limp and he scooted her back, her own energy not enough to care to do the job. He padded to the restroom for only as long as it took to clean himself up and dispose of the condom. When he returned, he eased into the bed next to her and tugged the comforter over her s.h.i.+vering body.

Lori sighed and nestled into his side.

Jude set his hand on top of hers and squeezed it against his chest. He pulled her fingers to his mouth and kissed them one at a time. When he set her hand back against his pec, he didn't release it.

He listened to her breaths as they slowed. He could feel her pulse against his fingers. Gradually it slowed down. She fell asleep, slipping into the crook of his arm and breathing deep breaths.

Jude stared at the ceiling for several minutes. He wouldn't sleep. He couldn't risk sleeping with Lori yet. Closing his eyes never ended well for him. It was bad enough she would eventually witness his nightmares. He couldn't keep his stress from her forever. But he wasn't ready. If he bolted upright in the night, she would freak, and he didn't feel like explaining himself yet.

He glanced down at her. He was one lucky son of a b.i.t.c.h. The light of his life was back in his arms, something he'd never antic.i.p.ated. She wasn't completely his yet, but she would be by the end of the week.

Chapter Eleven.

Jude sat at the kitchen table, staring at his laptop, drumming his fingers on the table. He couldnt concentrate. His world was exactly how he'd wanted it, and it made him nervous.

His phone pinged for the tenth time. He rolled his eyes, silently cussing the f.u.c.king device, and picked it up, knowing full well he would be staring at an empty message again. Whoever the h.e.l.l was sending him nothing all day was getting on his last nerve. He'd gone so far as to reply and let the sender know they had a wrong number. Still, the blank messages came. It was as though someone was intentionally trying to annoy him or make him think he was losing his mind.

No one except his commanding officer and Lori had this number, and that man was way too busy for any sort of practical joke. He'd picked up the new number and phone last month when he'd returned to the States. Whoever had the number last must have had some pretty strange friends.

Jude set the phone back on the table and glanced at the bedroom door. Nothing. He'd made breakfast and then let Lori sleep late.

An email came in and Jude frowned. Was it a coincidence his commanding officer would be contacting him moments after Jude had been thinking about him?

Dude, you need anxiety meds. Stop overa.n.a.lyzing.

Jude opened the email. Nothing but a short note from Stanton asking him to check in soon. They needed to talk. Jude considered responding, but chatting with his commander was the last thing on his mind right then.

Jude was tired. And he had a sub in the other room who needed to be worked over and brought to heel. He'd let her sleep long enough. It was his turn. He couldn't remember the last time he'd napped. He longed to sleep beside her. Could he risk it? It was light out. Maybe her touch would keep the demons at bay.

Jude padded to the bedroom.

Lori awoke to gentle fingers nudging her legs apart. She moaned as her eyes fluttered open. It was light out. The way he touched her thighs, stroking them with the tips of his fingers, brought her completely awake.

”Stay still, baby. I'm just putting the spreader on,” he whispered.

Her eyes shot wide. f.u.c.k.

The rip of Velcro made her flinch. In moments he had her knees spread and her legs held open.

”I know it's not comfortable, baby, but I'm going to be harsh these first few days. I want you to get back into the right habits. Keeping your legs spread is an absolute must in my home, correct?” He kept his voice low.

”Yes, Sir.”

”You'll wear the spreader bar the rest of the day. I want you back in the habit.”

”Yes, Sir.”

”Do you have anything you want to say?”

”Yes, Sir.” She licked her lips. ”Thank you for providing the reminder.”

”Good girl.” He slipped under the covers with her and snuggled into her side, leaving her squirming and unable to close her eyes. Restless.

Oh, he knew her so well. The spreader might help keep her mind on track in the future, but he also knew how arousing it was for her to wear it. Sleep would be elusive now, and she'd have trouble focusing for as many hours as her legs were trapped apart.

Being naked in the house came easily to her. She'd learned to enjoy the way he gazed at her as though she hung the moon when she pranced around him with everything exposed. She was comfortable with her nudity.

It had been hard in the early days when she'd first met him. She'd blushed every time he walked by, especially if he tweaked her nipple or swiped a finger through her p.u.s.s.y. But she'd gotten over the modesty and grown to love it.

The spreader was a different story. It didn't punish directly because she found it so arousing. She always had. However, the side effects could be excruciating, since he was well aware of her arousal and would hold her panting and needy for hours at a time until she thought she'd go mad with the urge to touch herself and finish the job.

If she fondled herself while wearing the spreader, rubbed against the furniture to get off, or accidently came for any reason, she would find herself on the d.i.l.d.o on the chair. That was punishment. Sure, it turned her on, but he'd never let her come. Two years ago, the number of times she'd spread her legs and accepted a rubber c.o.c.k inside her for punishment had been more than she could count.

Just the thought made her s.h.i.+ver. He'd used it, and he'd used it effectively. When she found herself naked over that chair, he ignored her entirely, providing no stimulus and rewarding her in no way. And worse than that-this particular rental house had a gla.s.s window, which lent to the effects of the discipline by making her feel exposed to the world.

Rationally, no one could see her along that wall facing the enormous backyard, but she couldn't stand the idea that it was possible.

If she made it through the day without landing on the device, it would be a miracle.

Jude's objectives were clear to her. He was intent on ensuring she was put back in her place at his feet swiftly and completely. He would push her limits for the next week to reach that end. And there would be discipline. Lots of it. He would make sure she messed up many times just to yield to his power over her.

She was a smart girl. The harder he leaned on her, the quicker she became truly, fully his again. And if she wasn't mistaken, he was testing her to see what she could endure. If she pa.s.sed, then what?

She squirmed, already aware of her naked, exposed p.u.s.s.y. The covers bore down on her body and touched her c.l.i.t when she moved. She gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the friction.

She thought about Margaret. The woman had been the perfect submissive. She adored her. They'd come together at a time when they both needed what the other offered. But now?

Realistically Lori doubted they would have stayed together forever. Margaret had stayed with Lori because Lori met her needs and kept the game inside her comfort level. The arrangement had been perfect for both of them. Until Jude had returned to turn Lori's world upside down and dump the contents on the floor.

The sun rose high in the sky, sending shadows around the room. The blinds were closed, but they were thin and no match for the glare. Lines of light filtered through. Lori was wide awake. She didn't risk moving with Jude finally sleeping beside her. It had to be nearly noon by now.

She watched his troubled face as he slept, his brow furrowed and his eyes twitching behind the lids as though he was dreaming about an intense situation.

Jude rolled to his back, a moan escaping his lips as he grew more restless. His head rocked back and forth. He upset the sheet enough to make Lori flinch when it rubbed her c.l.i.t again. She reached with her hand to tent the material away from her body. She cupped her p.u.s.s.y, creating the perfect dome over her c.l.i.t and saving her from contact with the soft sheet.

Jude suddenly opened his eyes, rolled in her direction and ran a hand down her arm to where it met her p.u.s.s.y. He lifted quickly onto his elbow and yanked the sheet down. ”What are you doing?” He pulled her hand away and held it to his nose.

Lori shook, praying she didn't still smell of herself. She swallowed unfounded guilt as he stared at her. ”I was just keeping the sheet from rubbing me, Sir.”

He narrowed his gaze. ”So you're saying if I touch you, I won't find you wet with arousal?”