Doms of Chicago, Boxed Set One, page 17
“Gabriel, this is Cameron, the bartender over at Olivia’s. A certain idiotic gentleman has come ‘a knocking’ and stupidly pissed off Olivia. If Caelan wants a piece of him, he better get over here ASAP.”
* * * *
Thirty minutes later, Caelan walked into Olivia’s dressed in dark jeans and a tight fitting black tee. When he turned towards Cameron, the bartender quickly realized the answer to his earlier question. He’d take the wrath of Olivia any day over the killing fury he saw in Caelan’s eyes. The man looked every bit like the dangerously angry Dom in his prime would look.
“Cameron. I understand Olivia is holding something for me?”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it holding if that’s what you’re asking.”
Caelan’s brow furrowed. “Exactly what do you mean by that? Has the bastard escaped?”
“Not at all. Judging by the screams coming from Olivia’s playroom for the last twenty minutes, I do believe she’s take her retribution out on his ass.”
“Really? What exactly did he do to bring down Olivia’s wrath?”
“He tried to pick me up like a common slave, and very impolitely too!” Olivia’s soft voice came from Caelan’s right. Turning he greeted the petite Domme.
“It’s a pleasure to see you Olivia. I understand you have Derrick Landing at your disposal?”
A small smile played around the corners of her mouth. “Come with me. I hope you don’t mind but I couldn’t resist putting the little prick in his place. If what he did to that lovely girl you brought to ‘the munch’ wasn’t enough, he nastily and aggressively put his hands on me without permission, then he was arrogant enough to think his money could buy him his freedom. He actually offered me money to release him. I’m in the process of altering his perceptions of what are polite and proper manners within our small community.”
Caelan followed Olivia down the hall to her private playroom. Before they entered the room, she stopped him. “I’d like to ask a favor before we go in.”
“I can’t promise not to hurt the bastard, Olivia. He put Nisey in the hospital even after seeing my training collar on her neck. He broke one of the founding rules of our lifestyle. I can’t let that slide.”
“I’ve seen the video, Caelan and I’m not asking you to let it slide. Instead I’m asking for your permission to be the one to deal with him. When he tried to sodomize your sub, he was going to do more than physically hurt her. If I’m not missing my guess here, Nisey is very inexperienced, and I highly doubt having anal sex is part of her sexual experiences yet. “
“Christ, Olivia, the damage he would’ve done would’ve been much more than physical. If he’d have succeeded, she would’ve ended up feeling degraded in the worst possible way.”
Fury washed over Olivia’s face before she smiled. It was a smile that would have sent chills into almost anyone seeing her face. Caelan smiled back.
“And for that alone he should pay. Hear me out. He thinks he’s all powerful, and can you think of a better punishment than having him experience the same kind of damage at the hands of a mere woman?”
Caelan narrowed his eyes. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?”
“Yes. He thinks women, especially female subs, are inferior. Having a little woman like me take him anally while another Dom watches will demoralize him like nothing else would. Don’t get me wrong, there will be pain like he’s never felt before, and perhaps some minor injury, but the humiliation he’ll feel will be worse than any pain or damage I’ll be able to inflict.”
“You are taking a chance here, Olivia. As much as I would love to see him get what you are offering, I don’t want to see you in jail for assault.”
“Do you honestly think he’s going to run to the police and tell them that 'little ole me', a female who barely weighs a hundred pounds managed to not only overpower him but then proceeded to fuck his ass?”
“Well when you put it that way.”
“Are we in agreement?”
Caelan nodded before Olivia shoved the door open. He had to fight the chuckle building in his throat. Derrick was strapped down - bent over a spanking bench with his pants down around his ankles. His ass was bright red and the welts of crop marks on the back of his thighs and ass told their own story.
Walking over in front of Derrick, Caelan drew the younger man’s head up by his hair. “I bet you never thought a woman would be able to do this to you, did you Landing? You pissed off the wrong girl, Derrick.’
“Doherty. You’ve got to get me out of here. That bitch is crazy. She tied me up and beat the shit out of me with a crop, dude.”
“SILENCE, puny worm, did I tell you you could speak? Call me a ‘Bitch’ will you.” Olivia’s arm swung and Derrick screamed hoarsely as she brought the crop down on his ass several more times.
“Have some mercy dude! Please?” Derrick pleaded with Caelan.
“Like you did with Nisey? I should kill you for that alone. Instead I’m going to let Olivia here deal with you. She happens to like Nisey and what you tried to do royally pisses her off. Let’s see what happens when you are punished?“
Caelan stood back as another high-pitched scream escaped Derrick when Olivia walked into his view wearing a large strap-on and nothing else.
* * * *
When Caelan returned to the hospital it, he was relieved to see Nisey sitting up and talking with Kalinda. It’d had been several hours since he’d left Olivia who’d promised to turn Derrick over to police in a couple of days. She wanted to demoralize the man more by isolating him. It would give the marks she’d left on his body time to fade away while giving Derrick time to think about his actions. He wished he could say he’d enjoyed seeing the man humiliated by Olivia, but in the end he’d felt little more than a vague satisfaction and certainty the man would think twice before touching another man’s sub. His slave. He paused as the enormity of his realization struck him. I know I told Nisey I’d train her and let her make her own decision if she stayed with me once the training was complete, but what am I going to do if she decides to leave?
Pushing the negative and unfamiliar possessive thoughts out of his head, he instead focused on the moment. All he wanted right now was to take her home and care for her. Once she was completely healed - well, he looked forward to starting her training. The reality of her attack had driven home the idea he wasn’t going to give her up until he was ready and he’d only do that when she decided otherwise. He’d care for and pleasure her until she didn’t want to leave him, he decided. No one said I had to make it easy on her to leave.
“Hey, Big Brother! Did you get what you needed to do done?”
“Yes, brat.” He smiled and winked at Kalinda. He turned to Nisey and smiled down at her. “How are you feeling, grá?”
She ducked her head and her hand went to her throat and his collar. He could tell she was trying to avoid him. “Tired, I just want to go back to Kalinda’s and sleep.”
“Kalinda, I need to speak with Nisey, could you give us a few minutes?”
“Sure.” Leaning in she gave Nisey a quick hug. “Talk to him, sweetie. Don’t let your fears rule this. Take a chance.”
Nisey nodded before Kalinda left the room.
“Okay, what’s wrong? I left here this morning and everything was fine between us. What happened?” Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he lifted her chin.
“I…I…disobeyed, Caelan. When I put the collar on to try and stop Derrick…” She reached up and unbuckled it, her intent obvious.
“Take it off and I’ll be very disappointed.”
Her gaze flew up to his. “Disappointed? I put the collar on before I supposed to. I was just supposed to carry it with me.”
“Let me ask you something, Nisey. Did you put it on simply to save yourself?”
She frowned at him. “Well, at the time it was the motivating factor.”
“Tell me honestly though, had you made a decision before the attack?”
“I…”
“This isn’t a hard question, Nisey. Did you decide you could trust me to know what you need? To help bring out the submissive in you?”
“I know you can, without much effort, Caelan but what kind of sub am I, if I disobey the most basic of orders?”
He pulled her into his arms. “Listen to me, Nisey. Being submissive isn’t interchangeable with stupid. You have a brain and I expect you to use it. If something is wrong, I expect you to tell me and I sure the hell want you to defend yourself if you need to, even if it means disobeying an order I gave you.”
She buried her face in his chest and giggled. “You’re giving me permission to disobey you?”
He chuckled. “Not permission, grá. Just understanding I can be quite reasonable if there is a valid reason for it. I’m not going punish you for taking care of yourself while I’m not around. In the same token, I’ll be very upset if you place yourself in a dangerous position.”
“The library…”
“Is supposed to be a safe place. I spoke with Marvin and I know you always sit in view of the cameras. The videos of the security cameras will be used as evidence. So what happened with Derrick was a fluke. If you don’t feel safe studying at the library though, you’re more than welcome to come down to my place and study.”
“Like I’d get any studying done down there.”
“Hmmm, I think I can resist temptation.” His voice was dry with humor.
“It’s not you I’m worried about, Caelan.” Her face flushed.
“Good, a Dom likes knowing his sub finds him irresistible. Now, answer my question. Was it because of Landing?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Good, then I do believe it’s time for me to take my sub home.”
She nodded and curled closer to him.
“Of course it could be awhile before they bring us the paperwork.” Leaning back, he kept her in his arms and settled them against the elevated back of the bed. He was content to hold her for the moment.
Chapter Ten
Nisey slammed the cabinet door. The hunger that had been gnawing at her wasn’t going to be satisfied by microwave popcorn, her normal bedtime snack. Glancing up from her homework, Kalinda gave her a puzzled look. It’d been three weeks since the attack at the library and not only had they returned to their apartment, Caelan was out of town again. Standing up, Kalinda joined her friend at the counter and wrapped an arm around her.
“You want to talk about it?”
“He’s driving me crazy, Kalinda. He’s treating me with kid gloves. What do I do to get it through to that stubborn Irishman that I’m not a fragile flower he has to protect?”
“Oh, sweetheart, you’ve got to remember he’s protective of those he cares for.”
“I know, but I’m going crazy here. According to our rules, I’m not allowed to have release unless he says so. I haven’t come in over three weeks! Before he left, he told me when he got back I’d be healed enough to play.”
“And then he called last week and said they’d extended his stay.” Kalinda gave her a quick hug to comfort her.
“Yeah, I’m going nuts. I’m really trying to live by these rules, but damn it I’m horny!”
“So why don’t you do something about it? Call him up and tell him. He’ll let you-”
“He’s busy and stressed, Kalinda. I hear it each time I talk to him on the phone. The last thing he needs is a whiny sub complaining about the fact she’s horny and he’s not there to pleasure her.” Nisey turned away and braced her hands on the counter.
Her doctor had done away with the sling yesterday, which Nisey was grateful for, even though the area where her stitches had been still was a bit tender. The thin lines on her ass from Derrick’s knife were now gone and her ribs had finally quit aching. Other than being so horny she was ready to mount her own bedpost, she was physically recovered. Maybe a hot shower will help. She turned to leave when Kalinda appeared before her.
“Here.” Kalinda pressed their cordless phone into Nisey’s hands. “Call him.”
“I don’t want to anger him, Kalinda.”
“Let me tell you something, putting your own needs on the back burner because you think he’s gonna be pissed will piss him off more than calling him and asking for permission.”
Nisey nibbled on her lip. “I don’t know…”
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Kalinda placed her hands on her hips. “Stop thinking, damn it. Just call him. What’s the worst thing he’s gonna’ do? Say no?”
“Yeah and I’m afraid I’ll break the rule if he does. If I can’t ask him, then I can’t break the rule, if you know what I mean?”
Kalinda threw her hands up in the air. “So break the damn rule, and he’ll punish you for it. Who knows you may just like the punishment.”
Nisey groaned before looking up at her friend. “You’re terrible, girl. You need to go find a Dom of your own.”
Kalinda smiled sweetly. “Nope, not in this lifetime.” Turning to leave, she was almost out the door when Nisey spoke.
“Shall I tell Josh you said that?”
Kalinda froze - then looked over her shoulder. “Don’t even think about it.”
Josh had become a thorn in Kalinda’s side since Caelan had been gone. He showed up without warning and seemed set on seducing Kalinda. So far she’d managed to stay one step ahead of him.
“You’re good about telling me to take what I want, Kalinda, so when are you going to take what you want?”
“When it doesn’t hurt my brother.” She gave Nisey a pointed look. “Speaking of which, call him, Nisey. I’m headed for bed. Just don’t get too loud. I love you and him both, but I don’t need a play-by-play.”
After watching Kalinda leave, Nisey stared down at the phone in her hands. Chewing on her lip, she carried it with her into the bedroom and shut the door. “Well it can’t hurt to call and see how he’s doing.” Crawling across her bed, she reached for the tablet with the hotel number he’d given her.
* * * *
Caelan groaned when he heard the phone ringing while he exited the shower. Damneigh the phone just won’t quit. I don’t care what Bickerstone wants. I’m done for the night.
“Hello,” he barked, holding the towel wrapped around his hips with his free hand.
“Caelan?” A hesitant feminine voice filled his ear.
He sank onto the bed, uncaring he was getting his bedding wet. “Nisey, is everything okay? You haven’t re-opened your wound have you?”
“Everything is fine. I just wanted to talk to you. Did I call too late? If you’re tired, I’ll let you go.” Her words were rushed.
“Slow down, grá. It’s not too late. I just got out of the shower. This client’s been running me ragged.”
“I can imagine. I didn’t mean to interrupt your shower. Good night, Caelan.” The phone clicked in his ear.
Frowning he held the phone out and looked at it.
“What the hell was that all about?” He slowly hung it back up.
* * * *
Nisey drew a deep breath then buried her face in her pillow and screamed. The muffled shriek was barely audible to her ears.
“Chickened out didn’t you?” Kalinda’s voice was soft.
Lifting her head, Nisey stared at the open door to her room where Kalinda stood. “How?”
“The light on the charger. I wanted to make sure you called him. If it hadn’t come on, I was going to.”
“Well I called!”
“If you consider that a call. The light flickered on for less than thirty seconds before it went back off.” Kalinda came in and sat down. “What happened?”
Nisey’s shoulders slumped. “I chickened out. He sounded tired and I caught him coming out of the shower. When he first answered I thought he was going to tear my head off.”
“Nonsense. Gimme the phone.” Kalinda reached for it.
“No.” Scrambling backwards, Nisey held the phone close.
Kalinda crawled after her. “This is ridiculous! If you need his permission, Nisey, quit hiding and ask him. He’s not a mind reader.”
Nisey shook her head. “I can wait.”
“How hard is it to call him up and say, 'Caelan, can I please masturbate?’”
“Kalinda!” A flush covered her face.
“You might be surprised at what he says, or what could happen.”
“Happen?”
“You ever heard of phone sex?”
“KALINDA!” She buried her face in her pillow, but her heart rate jumped at the thought of listening to Caelan’s voice, hoarse with desire, his brogue thick as he demanded she tell him exactly what she was doing and how she was going to submit to him. “You’re not helping!”
“I’ll show you help. Gimme that phone!” Kalinda made another grab for the phone, this time she was successful. Rolling off the bed, she hit the redial button.
“No!” Nisey scrambled after her. She froze when Kalinda spoke.
“No, it’s me Kalinda.”
Diving back towards her pillows, Nisey buried her head under the pillow to muffle the sound of Kalinda’s voice. Her face flushed with both need and embarrassment. How often does a girl have her best friend call her Master and tell him she’s horny? Never! Damn I’m gonna be in trouble when he gets home.
* * * *
If I were a violent man, I’d kick Bickerstone’s ass for keeping me here an extra week. Caelan knew logically, there was nothing he could do about the situation, after all business was business. It was driving him insane though. Here he was lying nude in a hotel bed a thousand miles away from his sub, trying to figure out why she’d called him. The only thing his horny mind could come up with was she needed release as badly as he did.
The huskiness that had been apparent in her voice contradicted the reasons she had given him. If he knew he’d been able to keep her on the phone longer or could’ve seen her expressive face, he would’ve been able to confirm his suspicions. His time away had been hard on both of them. He wanted nothing more than to return home and continue her training and give them both the physical release they needed.
Despite their short time together, he felt like he knew her better than she did herself. She was honest with him and her needs. The only fly in the ointment, so to speak, was the fact while she knew what she needed, she was reluctant to ask for it. She was so used to suppressing her natural sensuality and he wasn’t going to allow that. Once the issue was dealt with, he knew they would be ready to begin their physical intimacy. If I hadn’t been called out of town to finalize the deal with Bickerstone, we’d already be there.
