Devouring Raine Page 19

  Raine gasps before sitting up straighter.

  “What?” I say, my own surprise ringing out.

  “Not an answer I expected from you.”

  “Why does that surprise you so much, glowbug?”

  She giggles. “Oh, there are countless reasons why that surprises me, bubba. The easiest of which is the fact that you’re very much a ‘me me me’ kind of person. I guess I have a hard time picturing you with a baby on your hip.”

  Cotah snorts a laugh, “I’m pretty sure she’s not the only one.”

  “Hey, what the hell, are you two ganging up on me?” I tease them and Raine leans over, kissing me quickly on the lips.

  “Never. It’s just, well, I don’t know, surprising I guess.”

  “Well princess, lucky for you, I’m full of surprises.”

  She snorts. “You can say that again.” She raises her left hand and pointedly looks at her ring.

  “Hey, you’re the one who said yes.”

  “Aliens made me do it,” she says with a straight face then bursts into one of those deep belly laughs, something I’ve never heard from her before. Cotah and I join in and then we go back to eating our lunch.

  Hearing that laugh makes me start thinking about how much I really don’t know about the woman I married less than a day ago. I don’t even know what her hobbies or habits are and I’m a little bothered by it. And no, I do not regret marrying her. It’s just enough to push me to the point of finding out more about her, making her laugh like that more often.

  Today was awesome. I got to play with Jaden in the pool for a while when Tristan and Cami came over. After our kid conversation earlier, I noticed Dex watching me closely while we played before Cami and Tristan took off back to Phoenix.

  I don’t know why, but as we finish up dinner with Dacotah and Derek, I start to feel a little nervous. No one has said anything about going out tonight, which is fine. I think I’d rather stay in and chill, but it is Vegas.

  As I finish my food and put my silverware down, Derek looks at me. “So Raine, when we were in the playroom the other night, what was one thing you absolutely hated?”

  I swallow. “I can’t say that I hated anything, though the last paddle was um,” I squirm, “not my favorite.”

  He smirks and Cotah shudders. “That’s no one’s favorite.”

  “Well, that’s debatable,” Dex says with a smirk.

  I gape at him and he laughs. “Well, okay, it’s a Dom’s favorite.” Derek winks. I, like Cotah, shudder. “So with a least favorite comes a favorite, what is one?”

  I look at him. “Only one, Sir?” I know I blush. He and Dex both smile and perk up a little bit. I look down at my wringing hands in my lap, trying, unsuccessfully, to hide my blush. “It’s really a tie, Sir.”

  “And what would those be?” Dex asks eagerly.

  “The crop.” Dex smiles wider. “And the clamps.”

  “Good girl. Cotah and Raine?” Both of us raise our head to look at Derek. “You have fifteen minutes.”

  “Yes, Sir.” “Yes, Master.” Cotah and I say together and we both rise from our chairs and immediately head upstairs.

  “She’s eager,” Derek says once the girls are out of ear shot. “That’s a good thing.”

  “I’m worried that she’s eager for the wrong reasons,” I tell him honestly, and he cocks his head, so I explain. “Her submission gives me a high unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and I worry that I’m replacing a drug addiction with dominance.”

  He sits back in his chair, in a nonjudgmental way appraising me, “I think it’s different than that. You’re afraid of replacing one addiction with the other?”

  “Yeah, in a way I guess I am.”

  “Is that so bad?” he states firmly.

  “I don’t know yet. We get away from here and it is going to be difficult to foster this side of our relationship,” I tell him.

  “How much longer are you on the road?”

  “Just a couple weeks. But I have a tiny studio apartment. She, for all intents and purposes, is homeless at the moment.”

  “Whoa, what happened?”

  I fill him in on everything that happened in Atlanta, and when she got back to LA.

  “Well, you’re married now, so your home is her home. Whether a tiny studio apartment or a mansion, it doesn’t matter, but I see what you’re saying. I think this is a great starting point to opening up a discussion with Raine about what kind of submissive you want. Sexual or full on lifestyle. Figure out your rules, guidelines, limits, hard and soft. Figure out if she’s willing to surrender everything to you, allow you to handle everything. If she is, then you start to take care of everything for her, help her emotionally and physically. If she wants bedroom submission but to retain control of her own life, then you know that too. There is no easy answer to this question, but it is a door that really needs to be opened. She’s amazing as a sexual submissive. I’d be very interested in how she’d fare as a lifestyle sub. She’s feisty, but yet she indirectly seeks approval from you for just about everything she does. She also has no problem with protocol when it comes to me and especially with Cotah. I think she knows a lot more about this lifestyle than you or I are aware of.”

  “She said that Nashville was her first club experience and that she’s never been trained by anyone. But that she’s always had the burning desire in her. Much like me. Though I acted on it. But it became a time thing, between the band and everything. It made it hard to commit to attending regularly and I couldn’t exactly use a website to find someone.”

  He snorts a laugh. “No, you can’t. Which is why I value the clubs anonymity. No one knew unless I decided to tell them and even at that, there are two Tops in Nashville that openly know my identity. If the others have figured it out, they haven’t let on.”

  “If she’d let me, or her job for that matter, I’d move East, or at least get a second home out there. I can’t exactly live on the other side of the country from the guys.”

  “This is true. It’s not just you. Like with Tristan, they live in Phoenix, but yet Cami works in LA, though for her position, same with mine, we can do that.” I finish off my beer. “So tonight, the reason I asked her what her favorites were was because I was certain the clamps would have come into play. I’m going to clamp her, get her nice and warmed up, let her feel her submission while I show you Shibari on Cotah. She’s been a good girl, ropes are what she loves, so I’d like to reward her.”

  “I’d like that. With Raine’s desire for cuffs, rope might be something she’ll devour.”

  He laughs. “I’m going to agree with that statement.” He sets his napkin on his plate. “Shall we go find them?” He looks at his watch. “They’re been up there for at least ten minutes waiting.”

  “Why make them wait?”

  He smirks. “It’s all in the head. It’s psychological torture. For Cotah, because I generally give her no indication of what’s coming, she conjures up the worst of the worst and it makes her more contrite. It will take some time for Raine to reach that point and with her penchant for pain, you’re going to have to be very creative with punishments. Orgasm denial is an amazing tool to remind her of who she belongs too.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  Nervous excitement courses through me as Cotah and I wait in the playroom. I know it’s been longer than fifteen minutes since we left the dinner table but I get the impression that this is on purpose. Before I can dwell on it too much longer, the door opens. I notice Cotah straighten, as do I.

  Neither one of them come over to us when they enter the room, but I can hear a clicking and what sounds like a drawer opening, then finally footsteps approaching us.

  “Hello, little one,” Derek says and Dex, not needing to say anything, runs his hand through my hair and I lean into him.

  “This is for you,” he says as he bends down next to me and he hands me headphones. I look at him and he smiles. “Put them on.”

  “You too, little
one.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I say and place the headphones around my neck and into my ears. Soon there is music piping directly into my ears, washing out all other sounds and with a gentle brush of my cheek, Dex stands and moves off away from me.

  The music in my ears drowns out all noise, though it’s not extremely loud. I can only make out, vaguely, when they are talking, but not what they’re talking about.

  The music morphs into another song, and they continue doing whatever it is that they’re doing.

  With each passing beat of the music, I get more nervous. Last time it was torture listening to the three of them move around the room, now not being able to hear them is worse. Leaving me to imagine the worst possible thing.

  My nerves are shot when the familiar strains of a 69 Bottles’ song comes on and I let out a nervous giggle, quickly covering my mouth, praying like hell they didn’t hear me. But the moment the music cuts off, I know I’m busted and in trouble. Shit.

  “Raine,” Dex snaps. “Stand up.”

  Shit, he’s pissed. Crap, crap, crap. I slowly rise to my feet. I can feel the support that Cotah is silently giving me. My legs are shaking as I stand up and I feel him come up behind me. He doesn’t touch me, but he stands in front of me, pulling the headphones from my ears. “Something funny, pet?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “But you were laughing.”

  ‘Yes, Sir. I didn’t…”

  “Why?”

  I lower my head a little further. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I breathe. “I…I let my nerves get the best of me, then…” I take a deep breath.

  “Then what?”

  “Then one of your songs came on in my ears, I…it was…it wasn’t funny, Sir, and I’m sorry.”

  “The headphones were a reward,” Derek says behind me. “We gave them to you to help you relax. Now, I think you need to listen to us making noise.” He comes up behind me. He leans in and whispers something to Dex then they exchange something.

  “Raine?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I answer Dex.

  “Come.” He side steps me and leads me into the corner, away from Cotah.

  “Kneel, facing the wall.”

  I lower myself to the floor and onto my knees.

  “Closer to the wall,” he tells me and I step forward on my knees until they are practically touching the wall. He then slides something along the wall. “Put your nose on it.” I lean forward until the tip of my nose touches the coin. He lets it go and then kneels next to me. “Hands behind your back,” he orders and I obey. Something gets passed to him again and I hear metal scraping on metal, then I feel the coolness against one wrist and the flip of a handcuff as it wraps around. The process is repeated for the other wrist. “If that penny hits the floor before you have permission to let it go, you will be sent downstairs to your room for the night. Understood?”

  Fear, anger and determination washes through me.

  “You cannot safeword out of this. No harm is coming to you, is it?”

  “No Sir,” I answer Derek.

  “If you safeword, you will go downstairs,” Dex says.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Don’t drop that penny,” he says in such a way that my fear and anger quickly morph into a desperate need to please him. Because I am fully on my knees on the hardwood floor, it only takes a few moments before my knees are sore, but I take a deep breath and press my nose harder against the penny. Determined to please Dex and to take my punishment for my behavior.

  I knew the moment the giggle bubbled past my lips that I’d messed up and now I have to listen to the thuds and sounds of what Derek and Dex are doing behind me. A couple of the thuds make me jump and I fight to maintain control of the penny and now I understand why he cuffed me. I can’t stop the penny from hitting the floor.

  Jesus, this fucking sucks. I don’t like this at all.

  “Present yourself, little one,” Derek says to Cotah but no one is anywhere near me. Now I know and understand why this punishment sucks.

  I listen intently as Derek explains to Dex what he’s doing. It’s almost like reading a good book and I desperately want to look, but I can’t even so much as shift my eyes away from the wall. If I do, I will lose the penny and.…it slips slightly but I manage to catch it before it slips too far and I’m able to bring it back up so that I’m even with the wall. But now I notice idly that there is no more talking going on in the room. I feel eyes boring into me.

  Shit, shit, shit. No, damn it. I will not fail at this.

  After a few heartbeats, they go back to talking and ignoring me and I’m happy about that. Knowing they were watching me was seriously a lot of pressure.

  It feels like it has been hours since Dex put me over here, but in reality, it’s only been a few minutes. My knees are really starting to hurt and my legs are beginning to shake. Finally, Dex returns to me. Only he doesn’t say anything, he just grabs gently onto my fingers. Again, I want to look at him, but I can’t. I can’t drop this penny.

  “Drop it,” he orders and I breathe a huge sigh of relief and pull my face away from the wall. The penny slides to the floor, it sounds like a brick hitting the hardwood. His hand comes up to pet my head and I lean into his touch. Desperate for him. Desperate to feel some sense of reward.

  He gives it to me when he leans over and kisses my forehead. “Good girl, I’m proud of you.”

  The blood in my veins warms. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Tell me, pet, what did you learn?”

  I take a deep breath. “That punishment sucks and that it’s disrespectful to laugh when I am being rewarded.”

  “Well done. Now, stand up.”

  I hesitate, my hands are still cuffed behind my back and my knees are very sore from being on the floor. He doesn’t help me. He wants me to figure it out on my own and I manage to do just that. Once I am standing up, I feel warm hands, his hands, massaging my thighs, knees and down my calves. “Thank you, Master,” I tell him. The response doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but it also slipped from my lips without a second thought. I hear his sharp intake of breath and I look at him, straight in the eyes.

  “Well, Dex, I think you have your answer,” I hear Derek.

  “I think you’re right,” Dex says with a wide smile and I wonder what the question was. Dex rises up and he cups the back of my head, pulling me in for a deep hard kiss that sends sparks of electricity across my skin and straight to my sex. “I love you,” he breathes against my lips.

  “I love you, Master,” I say and he growls before capturing my lips once more.

  In reality, Sir and Master seem no different to me, however, the title, for Dex, is far more fitting than I could have ever imagined. In my head, a Master is rougher, more commanding, more demanding and while I’m not sure I can sit naked at his feet, the desire to serve him excites me in ways I’ve never imagined I’d feel. He pulls back from our kiss and then leads me to the center of the room.

  Cotah gives me a small smile and I can see that her wrists are bound in bright red rope and I shiver while my nipples harden.

  “Do you like what you see, pet?”

  “Yes, Master,” I reply like the endearment was meant to be there all along.

  He smiles and slides behind me to release my wrists from the cuffs before massaging them gently. I notice now that the thuds I heard were bundles of rope being tossed in various positions around the room. There are bright and dull red ones along with blue. I notice Cotah is wrapped in red so when Dex grabs a blue bundle from the floor, it makes perfect sense to me.

  “Your wrists,” Dex orders and I present my wrists to him, similar to the way Cotah has hers, with the insides pressed together. Derek steps in front of me, next to Dex, and the two of them go to work binding my wrists.

  Feeling rope slide along my skin sends shivers up my spine and my pussy floods with my arousal. I watch with rapt attention as Dex, following Derek’s lead, wraps my wrists just like Cotah’s
are bound. I notice now that he’s creating a loop that is hanging between my hands. I wonder what the loop is all about, but don’t ask. I have a feeling I will understand sooner rather than later. Soon Dex finishes and I’m disappointed that he’s done and I hope he mimics whatever else Derek is going to do to Dacotah in here tonight. I’m eager and anxious to explore the warm fuzzy feeling I got when Dex started.

  When he’s done, he runs his hand along one breast, then the nipple and then the other. My breathing hitches at his touch and my pussy clamps down hard on the empty space. “You removed your jewelry, good girl.” He continues tugging and pulling on each nipple in turn, hardening and lengthening them. The sight is sexy as fuck and it causes me to moan again. He reaches into his back pocket and produces the nipple clamps from the other night and I whimper. Dex gives me a salacious smile and I shiver when he pulls hard on my nipple before clamping it between the rubber headed prongs.

  “Ahh,” I groan as the bite of the clamp registers.

  He slides his hand over to the other nipple, repeating the process. Knowing better what to expect, my breathing hitches with the contact. He only lets the clamps settle for a couple of seconds before he tugs gently on the chain. “Argh,” I cry out as the sharp pain flies straight to my sex. He releases the chain and then cups my cheek.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he breathes. “Now, take a seat,” he points to the bench from last night, “on the floor, next to it.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  The second I start to walk, the chain on my nipple clamps bounces and my steps falter as the pleasure and pain rock through me. My eyes roll up, but I quickly gain my composure and go to sit next to the padded bench as Derek attends to Cotah.

  I watch as he gently lifts her arms and hooks her hoop into the carabiner hanging from the ceiling and it all makes sense. I watch as Cotah’s body flexes and stretches, her breasts rising up, her torso stretching out. Her gorgeous body is on full display with one exception. She’s still wearing her boy shorts, much like I am. My breathing falters as I watch Derek caress her arms after hooking her up. His nails run along her arms, down her body and over her breasts, then down her stomach and finally onto her thighs. Her head lazily falls back and her eyes close. Observing the pleasure elicited by his hands causes envy to wash through me.