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  He smiled at her surprised expression. “From what I hear, they make sure that when he went to the club they usually frequented back home, they weren’t there. In fact, Ryan has asked me to mentor him to become the best Dom he can be. After the Faire’s over for the summer, I’m going to do just that.” And he looked forward to it. Now that he had a home where he wouldn’t be picking up and travelling every four to five days, he looked forward to a lot of things.

  Once their plates were cleaned, he leaned back with a contented sigh. “That was wonderful. I think we should put the dessert aside for now or we’ll be too full to play.” Becca’s eyes lit up. “Yes, we’re definitely going to play tonight. So why don’t you wrap up the dessert and put the dishes in the sink while I go make preparations.” He grinned. “I have such plans for you tonight.”

  Her face blushed a nice dusky pink with excitement and she nodded eagerly. He stood up and pulled her chair back and while she took everything into the kitchen, he strode out of the room and upstairs where he kept his toys. In the back of his mind all day had been the makings of a scene and as he opened up the footlocker, they came together in his head.

  He pulled out a portable sling, mini-flogger, vibrating plug, nipple and clit clamps, and a set of scented creams. It was time he overloaded his little sub’s head and made her soar.

  By the time he reached the living room, he could hear her humming softly and the water running in the sink. After placing most of the items on the coffee table, he set up the sling. It wouldn’t work with a larger sub, but for someone as petite as Becca, there wouldn’t be a problem.

  Four long legs went out three feet in each direction giving it stability. A six foot steel pipe stood tall and ended at a curve. From the curve, he hooked the steel ring that hung the sling. With it, he would position her in a myriad of ways and enjoy himself with her body.

  The water shut off just as he finished setting it up and he tossed a small blanket over the toys so she couldn’t see them. He more felt her than saw her when she came up to his side and slid to her knees. “Good girl,” he murmured as he looked down at her. “Ready for some fun?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She glanced at the sling and back down, interest and trepidation clear on her face.

  “Then stand and let’s get you settled for the duration.” He grinned, knowing if she’d never been in one like it, that she would have no idea that each arm that held the sling in place was lockable. Most slings gave the sub the ability to move in certain ways. His did not.

  Becca rose and he held the canvas steady as she sat back into it. He took his time as he lifted each wrist or ankle up to secure it to the cuffs attached to the center of each arm. Kendrick let her move each appendage. She relaxed as she realized how much movement and control she had. “Comfortable?” he asked in a smooth tone and she nodded.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” He reached up and pulled one arm out so that it was stretched, not to where it would be painful, but she definitely wouldn’t be able to move it, and clamped it in place. Becca startled slightly, but it wasn’t until he affixed the last arm which held her leg up to where it almost met her ears that her eyes widened. “Comfortable?” he asked again with a wicked grin.

  A huff of a laugh left her lips. “Uh, yes, Sir.”

  “Perfect. You can’t move so I can fully enjoy myself with your body.” Her breathing picked up slightly and he turned to uncover the toys. From the angle he had her body, there was no way for her to turn her head and see what he was working with. Since blindfolds were one of her soft limits, this was a perfect way to introduce the concept without totally taking her sight away.

  He covered the plug with heating lubricant and held it behind his back as he walked back to her. Her beautiful hazel eyes looked at him and he squatted down so she couldn’t see what he pressed up against her tight ass and pushed inside. As she’d been wearing anal plugs for much of the last two weeks, her hole accepted the plug easier than it had at the beginning. But she was still tight as hell. When he took her there, he would have to control his own breathing to make sure he didn’t come too soon. Once her sphincter closed around the largest part of the plug, the flat end sat against her skin. He pressed the on button and her entire body startled as he hadn’t used a vibrating plug on her before.

  Her eyes widened slightly, but that was the only outward reaction she gave. That would change.

  Leaving her to the soft vibrations that floated through her, he went back and picked up the mini-flogger, two of the creams, and a couple cotton swabs. After putting the swabs and creams in his pocket, he stepped back between her legs and began to lightly flog her inner thighs. The flogger he was using was perfect for very sensitive areas like her clitoris or nipples, but he would get to those when the rest of her was slightly heated up.

  The falls of the flogger were more like a brush against the skin and even though she was having a hard time relaxing due to the vibrator, the almost silent “whoosh, whoosh, whoosh” of the flogger as it danced along her skin had the effect he wanted. Her eyelids drifted half shut and a long soft sigh left her mouth. That was it. He wanted her relaxed before he added the next part.

  He went up and down both legs, taking time as he moved to her navel and up to her breasts to hit everything except her pert, sensitive nipples. Then he dropped down between her legs, making sure the thin falls fell on each side of her lips but not on her clit. Soft moans left her lips and her hips jerked as if they were trying to come up to meet the falls but as she couldn’t move that way, her eyes flashed open and she blinked.

  Back and forth between her inner folds and her breasts, he increased the strength of each swing until her skin was a nice deep rose and her outer and inner lips were puffy. He lay the flogger down on her stomach and pulled out one of the creams. Cinnamon. Perfect. He covered one end of a cotton swab with the cream and fully covered one nipple with it. After covering the other end of the swab with the same cream, he spread it along the right side of her inner lips. He blew softly over the cream, knowing it would help her feel it as the heat of the cinnamon began to work. Her gasp told him the temperature had kicked in.

  While she got used to the heat on the right side of her body, he pulled out the other cream. It had a small amount of menthol in it to make anything he put it on feel cool and was safe for anything but vaginal insertion. After covering both sides of a cotton swab in it, he put the cream back into his pocket and covered her left nipple and the left side of her folds. Her breathing, which had increased with the application of the cinnamon, began to come a lot harder as the two different sensations wared in wonderful ways. Soft whimpers came with each breath and he looked up, smiling at the expression on her face. Need. Want. And by her glassy eyes, headed into subspace. Good girl.

  Kendrick grabbed the nipple clamps and after blowing on each nipple, attached them. Becca hissed and tried to arch her back, a groan leaving her when she couldn’t move. His eyes settled on her clit, which had fully risen from the hood. He clamped the hood of her clitoris and attached it by a chain to the nipple clamps. Then he grabbed the final cream he’d brought down with him. It had a small amount of chile extract in it. Safe for external use and would be extremely hot on her clit. Especially with all the other sensations hitting her.

  There would be no time between application and sensation so he applied the cream to a swab and put the cream away. He picked up the flogger and after spreading the cream over her exposed clitoris, he flogged her pussy. The falls, hitting the folds and the walls of her cunt would be accentuated by all the other sensation she was going through. Whimpers and cries fell from her lips and he upped the vibration on the plug. Kendrick wanted her to come so hard it sent her into subspace for quite some time. He wanted his girl to soar.

  He continued with the flogger, focused right below her clit. Her keens and whimpers grew and he intensified each swing. “That’s it,” he said firmly. “Come, Becca. Come for me.” He slammed the flogger right over her clit and a wai
l left her lips as her body erupted into an orgasm. Her muscles squeezed and released, her entire body covered with sweat. He dropped the flogger to the side and while she was still deep in sensation, removed all three clamps. Another wail filled the air as she soared into a second orgasm right off. Her eyelids half covered her eyes, her pupils blown, and her entire body still by the time her orgasm died down.

  After wiping off the excess cream, Kendrick removed the plug and unhooked her from the sling. His first thought was to hold her on his lap on the sofa until she became clear headed, but when he picked her up and she curled into his embrace, he changed his mind. He climbed the stairs to the loft and tucked her into bed. He lay down next to her and yanked her close. She curled up to him and he sighed softly as she fell into a deep sleep.

  He reached up and rubbed at his chin. Becca was so incredibly beautiful. And their energy had been in sync so that when she came, he felt it inside him—as if she had taken a little of him with her. And that opened his eyes to something he hadn’t been prepared for. Kendrick was on his way to falling in love with Becca. That was so surprising that he wasn’t sure what to do with it. He knew Alice and Joseph loved one another and that David and his wife were madly in love, so it could be done.

  But Becca was moving back to Seattle in less than two months. He let out a soft groan. He needed to find a way to solidify things before she went. What could he offer her that would make her stay?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Becca had been to subspace several times, but she would swear on a stack of bibles that none of them were anything like where Kendrick just took her. The sensations had started small, but with each application of whatever creams he used and the flogger, they intensified until she floated on a sea of pleasure she hadn’t known existed. Now she lay, curled up to his side, floating along on a cloud of pure and utter happiness.

  Everything was so peaceful and quiet that when a door banged nearby, she jerked. So did Kendrick.

  “Kendrick,” Neil called out and climbed the stairs quickly. “Come quickly—Oh. Shit.”

  “What’s wrong?” Kendrick asked, pressing Becca away a little and standing up.

  “Dallas called Airlift Northwest. Jilly’s in trouble.”

  “Fuck.” Kendrick grabbed the clothes he must have shed before getting into bed and glanced her way. “Get some sleep, Becca. Tomorrow’s a full day of work.” Without another word, he pulled on his shirt and grabbed his shoes as he followed Neil down the stairs.

  Airlift? Jilly. Becca slowly sat up, the pleasure from her high quickly evaporating. She hadn’t met Jilly but knew she was Craig’s slave and that they were married. Craig, though, had spent quite a bit of time with Cassidy. If Jilly was ill enough they were calling for helicopter medical services, she didn’t think her friend should be alone. While Becca wasn’t into scening with married men, Cassidy had never had a problem with it as long as their spouse knew. From what Cassidy told her, Jilly had been grateful she was willing to have sex with Craig.

  Figuring her friend would probably be back in their cabin, Becca slid out of bed and instantly moaned at her muscles which complained at the movement. “I think Kendrick found muscles I didn’t know I had,” she said on a half groan, half laugh. Slowly and slightly bowlegged, she made her way down the stairs and over to the side table where she had removed her clothes earlier.

  After pulling on her micro skirt and bustier, she opened his door, went through, and closed it behind her. Only as she went to step off the small porch did it occur to her that Kendrick had told her to go to sleep. Did that count as an order? She gnawed on her lower lip. If it was, she should go back to bed. Becca reached behind her and turned the knob, but it didn’t turn. “Frak.” She was locked out, which was strange given the fact he never locked his door. “Well, too late now.” She darted over to the cabin she shared with Cassidy and went inside. It surprised her to find the place in complete darkness.

  “Cass?” she called out. A grunt from upstairs made her dart up to their bedroom. Cassidy lay sprawled on top of her bed, a light blanket covering her. The room stank of sex. If she weren’t so worried about whatever had happened, she would wake her friend up with cold water. After all, one of their rules was to never have sex in their combined bedroom. “Cassidy,” she said sharply and shook her.

  Cassidy slowly opened up her eyes. “What?” she said in a garbled tone. “It’s the middle of the night. Sleep.”

  “What happened with Jilly?” Becca asked and shook her again.

  “If you don’t let me sleep, I’m going to find a spider and put it in your—what do you mean what happened to Jilly?” Cassidy sat up and blinked at her.

  “You were with Craig tonight, right?”

  Her friend snorted. “Nope. I think he was playing with one of the girls that arrived yesterday. Marina or Mari or something like that. No. I played with Neil. Why? And what happened with Jilly?”

  Becca groaned and sunk down onto her bed. “I don’t know. I was hoping you did. Neil came over to Kendrick’s and grabbed him. I didn’t hear much but it sounds like they had to call for a medical helicopter for Jilly.”

  “Shit.” Cassidy rubbed her eyes and sighed. “Craig didn’t say much about their relationship, but when he introduced me to Jilly I found out that she’s miscarried two babies and is pregnant again. I wonder if she miscarried,” she murmured and chewed on her bottom lip. “Damn.”

  “Well, there’s no way I’m going to get any sleep,” Becca said after a few minutes. “I’m going to pull on some jeans and go see if I can find out what happened. Come with?”

  “Might as well. It’s not like I’m getting back to sleep any time soon.”

  It took a full ten minutes for them to get dressed and out the door. “I think the only place a helicopter could land would be on the space before the entrance to the Faire,” Cassidy said as they hurried down the gravel lane. With it being so dark, they stumbled several times. Becca tripped at one point and would have fallen if her friend hadn’t grabbed her arm.

  When they reached the Faire grounds, they could see a crowd of people just outside the gates. Having the feeling she shouldn’t be there, Becca walked forward cautiously. She wasn’t a member of Kendrick’s inner circle, no matter how much she craved to be. Showing up uninvited during an emotional time could be the worst thing she could do. But she wanted to be there for him if possible.

  Cassidy wasn’t worried about anything and strode toward the others. There was one large lamp on that lit up the ground and Becca could see Kendrick, Neil, Alice, and Joseph as well as David, Alec, and a few people she had seen but didn’t really know. The three people she didn’t see were Craig, Jilly, or Dallas. She assumed that meant they were already gone.

  She followed Cassidy toward the small group.

  Alice looked up from her spot being held by Joseph as they approached. “Cassidy, Becca, you should be in bed.”

  It was such a Domme thing to say that Becca barely held back from rolling her eyes.

  “We wondered what happened,” Cassidy said in the tactless way she had when she wasn’t in scene.

  Becca moved toward Kendrick who was staring out over the water. “Sir?” she whispered softly and placed a hand on his arm. “Is everything okay?”

  He wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her into a tight hug. “No,” he whispered. “It’s not.” Kendrick didn’t say anything else, but held her tighter, so she returned the hug figuring he needed it.

  There were whispers in the background, but she didn’t pay attention to them. Instead, she was vastly aware of every breath he made, of each time his breath caught as if holding back strong emotion, and most especially of each time his hold tightened as though he just needed to be sure she was there.

  “Kendrick.” Neil’s voice made Kendrick turn his head, though he didn’t release her. “We’re going back to the cabins. There’s nothing else we can do until we hear from Craig or Dallas.”

  “All right.” Kendrick release
d one arm and pulled her against his side. As they walked through the Faire grounds toward the lane that would take them to the cabins, he said, “Little one, I told you to sleep.”

  “I know. It didn’t really hit me until I’d stepped out of your cabin. I was going over to Cassidy because I thought maybe she’d been with Craig and knew what was going on.” Realizing she was babbling, Becca quickly shut up.

  “Mmm-hmm,” he said slowly. “And does that excuse ignoring my orders?”

  “No, Sir.” She winced. Damn it. She hadn’t directly disobeyed an order in the time they’d been together.

  “Well, I’m not going to punish you tonight as I’m too worried and too tired. But tomorrow you’ll pay for that oversight.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  There didn’t seem to be more to say. She felt bad that she had broken his command and looked forward to whatever discipline Kendrick handed out… unless it was to remove her collar. Self-consciously, she reached up and fiddled with the piece of leather. She was so used to it that she didn’t notice it anymore, but if he removed it, she knew she’d feel that.

  When they reached their pod of cabins, she paused at the front of hers and he took her hand. “Stay with me?” he asked quietly and her heart leapt.

  “Yes, Sir.” While she had slept on his couch several nights, tonight had been the first night he’d taken her to his bed. And that he wanted her back there made her hope… hope that perhaps he was feeling some of the emotion she felt toward him. She could fall in love with Kendrick so easily. Could? She rolled her eyes internally. Becca, you’re completely head over heels. He’s your Dom. If you let him know you love him, he’ll definitely release you. Don’t mess it up.

  “Need anything to help you get to sleep?” he asked as they walked back into his cabin.

  “Something warm might help,” she said, feeling discombobulated at the thought of sleeping with her Dom with no scene preceding it. “Oh, and why was your door locked earlier? You always leave it unlocked.”