Kendrick signed the last contract and dropped the pen. He rubbed his fingers as he stretched. That was it. The contract for the final supplies. They’d managed to get everything ordered for the outfitting of the Faire within two weeks. The vast amount of grunt work would take place over the next four weeks before Ye Olde Kinke Faire launched. He looked forward to having a fully working kink club right in his own backyard. Hell. He looked forward to when Elan Township was officially classified a co-op and the summer renters were gone and they could be who they were anywhere on the island.
Perhaps after the Faire was over in September, he would take Becca out to the trees, tie her up, and—Damn. She’d be in Seattle by then. He frowned. That meant they had less than eight weeks left of their contract. And then she would be gone. Kendrick twitched a little as he considered that. He hadn’t entertained a long-term relationship because he never expected to find one so quickly. The fact was he couldn’t ask her to give up her career when he couldn’t offer her everything. Could he?
He scratched his ear absentmindedly. In the last fourteen days, he’d become quite used to having Becca nearby. Her smiles, her sense of humor, and her passion all combined to make one hell of a woman. Her submission just made it better. It bothered him that he’d had no time to truly work on her submission, to help her expand her horizons. It was something he enjoyed. But he knew to begin with that wasn’t the important part of their short relationship. He’d just looked forward to getting to know and fucking the beauty.
Kendrick never expected to look forward to seeing her, to running his fingers through her hair, or to pull her naked, sweat-covered body next to his as they drifted off to sleep on the sofa. And yet he did. Becca was a spectacular woman. Why no Dom had snatched her up boggled his mind. And the thought of letting her go annoyed the hell out of him.
“Get out of here,” Craig said as he walked into Kendrick’s makeshift office. “Go fuck your girl.”
Kendrick grinned. “I believe I’ll do just that. Hey, how’s Jilly doing?” He hadn’t seen much of Craig’s wife since they arrived.
“Better. The morning sickness is letting up and we’re almost to the four month mark.” Craig crossed his fingers. “I sure as fuck hope this pregnancy goes the whole way, Kendrick. I’ve told her this is it. Her last try. If it doesn’t work and she still wants a baby, we’ll adopt or get a surrogate. But I’m not going through this again.”
Kendrick stood and grasped his shoulder. “Hopefully it will. But you’ve helped her through two miscarriages before.” Craig and Jilly were in a strict master/slave relationship while being in an open marriage, but since Craig had himself snipped years ago, he couldn’t have a child. Kendrick never asked where they got the sperm for her pregnancies. There were many Doms who got off on pregnancy kink. Perhaps they used one of them.
“I know,” Craig said with a sigh. “But I’m not going to allow her to hurt like that again. I’m not exactly the fatherly type,” he said with a wry smile. “Jilly wanted a baby and I’ve gone along with it. But I know that baby will take up more of her time than I would like.” He shook his head. “Good thing we’re in an open relationship. She’s too afraid sex will make her miscarry, so I’ve been finding my needs elsewhere.” After a pause, he gave a wicked grin. “That Cassidy is one kinky sub.”
Kendrick laughed. “Becca is too. Makes me think we should have visited Seattle more often.”
“I’m with ya,” Craig agreed. “I’ll answer any questions people come up with. Go on and tie up your girl.”
Kendrick gave him a sardonic solute and headed back toward his cabin.
For being early June, it was cooler than he was used to. And while his body hadn’t quite adjusted yet, he enjoyed the thought of hot days and cool nights all summer long. The gravel of the road crunched lightly under his feet as he walked along. Low voices off to his left caught his attention and he half turned toward them. Ryan and Luke were arguing right inside the tree line. From the angle, he wasn’t sure which was which until he realized they were both wearing sleeveless t-shirts again. Since he couldn’t see their tats, he figured Ryan was on the left and Luke on the right.
“Come on,” Luke said. “School starts soon. I’ve already got an apartment. You can get a job in Port Angeles and besides school, I’ll get one too. It’ll be great.”
Ryan shook his head. “Luke, you know this is where I need to be. It’s perfect for me. I’m more of a homebody than you, anyway. Plus, I get to hang with people who understand where I’m coming from. But you know I’ll support you going, right? I’ll even stand with you against Mom and Dad if you need it. We’re nineteen and you have every right to leave home and go to school.”
Luke tossed his head back as if a wild animal being spooked, and stalked away. When he turned back toward Ryan, his voice was low and angry. “Dad doesn’t think I can hack it on my own. That I’ll fuck up if I don’t have someone strong to guide me.” By the way he said those four words, Kendrick could hear David’s voice. “That’s why I need you to come with me, Ry. If you come, he’ll back off. But if you don’t, he’s gonna be a hard-ass. I can’t stay here. Not with all that—“ he waved haphazardly toward the Faire grounds “—going on. I’d have to lock myself up in my room for the duration of the whole summer. And that’s not fair.”
Knowing it wasn’t his business, even if he did wish he could help, Kendrick continued on toward his cabin, Ryan and Luke’s voices dulled into the backdrop, becoming a part of the crickets chirping away and the leaves rustling in the trees.
He couldn’t blame Luke for being upset. BDSM was about consent and if he didn’t consent to see it, he shouldn’t be forced to stick around. But there was no way he would get involved with family politics. While he knew David, Tayna, and to a smaller extent Ryan, in a kink aspect, he knew nothing about their family dynamic or Luke. Kendrick held strictly to an attitude of non-interference in things that were not his to command.
Given how busy everyone was, it was one of the reasons he was glad that the previous owner had put a minimum age on anyone coming to the island. Even the summer renters had nobody below eighteen. Once Elan Township became a co-op, the handling of the subject of children was going to be an interesting one. It would be, for all intents and purposes, a community of people who lived D/s in their daily lives and who practiced kink. They would want to buy in because they wouldn’t have to hide.
How to protect children while allowing the adults their freedoms was one of the subjects Neil and Alice were in charge of working out. Kendrick wasn’t ready to even consider the rules and regs they would have to add for those with children so that there wouldn’t be any cries of foul play on either side.
If it was up to him, he would have preferred to create a town with no children at all, but he knew that was impossible. And not just because Craig and Jilly would be having a baby in the fall. Many people wanted families and it would have limited their base to elderly or confirmed bachelor- or bachelorette-types. It would have taken some of the color out of the rainbow of peoples and personalities he hoped their co-op would turn out to be.
Perhaps they could create zones over the island, places the adults could play and places where children might be.
As he approached his cabin, he put the discussion between Luke and Ryan out of his mind. Time for dinner and to scene with his girl. That would be a perfect way to end the day.
A fire crackled in the hearth as he walked in and he quickly looked around the living room and the dining room that sat on the opposite side. The table was set with two place settings, the aroma of the food nearly as tantalizing as the naked sub kneeling next to his chair.
“Good evening,” he said as he removed his coat and hung it up.
“Hello, Sir.”
Kendrick walked up to her and ran his fingers through her hair. How did she get it so soft? There didn’t appear to be any product that kept it in its curly state. “What’s for dinner?” He slid his fingers down over her neck and shoulders before pressing his thumbs and forefingers over Becca’s tight nipples and squeezing. Her only response was a slight increase in her breaths.
“Chef Michaelo prepared pork chops with a side of chutney, garlic mashed potatoes, and green beans. He also sent along, with his complements, the first dessert created by Slate, our pastry chef. While he didn’t tell me what it was, it looks delicious, Sir.”
“Good to hear.” So Slate had arrived. He’d been so busy, he had been completely unaware. He’d have to hunt him up the next day and make sure he had what he needed.
Kendrick pulled out her chair. He took the small towel folded up on the back and draped it across the seat. “Up you get.” Becca slid easily to her feet and sat down as he pushed her chair back in. Once he sat down, they began to eat. The food was delicious. He was glad Craig found Michaelo. The man did wonderful things with everything he touched.
“How are the shops coming?” he asked.
She took a drink from a glass of water and paused as though thinking of her words. “They’re going well. I met Alec and David today. Both of them seem to know what they’re doing.”
“They do,” he agreed. “I’ve known Alec for about eight, maybe nine, years. He’s been making sex toys since he was eighteen. Well, officially anyway.” Becca laughed and he grinned. “Yes, I think he dabbled as a teenager. He’s taught at pansexual and leather events—is respected from both sides.”
“And he doesn’t have a sub?” she asked.
“Not currently. I think he released his last one a few months ago. He does a lot of training but has never taken a sub longer than six months.” Kendrick shrugged. “Some Doms aren’t meant for long-term relationships.” He took a drink from his water before he continued. “What did you think of David?”
“He seemed startled that I was your sub.”
I bet he was. “I don’t often put a collar around a sub’s throat except in scene. That probably threw him. Meet any of the rest of his crew?”
“His wife and son Ryan.” She paused and took a bite of pork before continuing. “I’ve never met someone where BDSM goes from one generation to another.”
Surprised, Kendrick burst out laughing. “I think you’d find it’s more common than you think it is. Kink-involved people seem to divide themselves into one of two camps, with the rest scattered between. One side says “Children must be protected at all costs” and does everything in their power to make sure their kids don’t even know what sex is, let alone that their parents do it. The other camp believes that sex and kink are as natural as breathing. So while they don’t scene in front of their kids, they don’t hide their lifestyle. David and Tayna never hid from their boys that they were in a D/s relationship. Ryan was intrigued as he got older, did some research, and when he was eighteen told his parents he wanted to get involved in the scene.”
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 wail 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?