Bondage Included (7 page)

“For starters, back talking would be out. My word would be law. You know…this plan is sounding better all the time!” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Sit still and let me find something to wrap around your brace.”

Just thinking about being intimate with Adriana had him feeling years younger. Before Adriana, he’d never cared whether an encounter lasted one night or a year. Whatever happened happened. When had he become so cautious and analytical? It was bunk anyway. No one knew what the future held. Live in the moment.

He’d probably come to regret this decision, but if she was sure she wanted to experience the lifestyle with him, he’d do it.

He went into his playroom and cut a piece of plastic sheeting he used for wax play. With a fleeting thought to things he’d like to do to Adriana once she was well enough, he returned to his room.

Adriana had peeled out of the robe and was lying on the bed nude. Damn, she was a luscious sight. He held up the sheeting. “I think this will work.” He made a few passes around her leg and taped it shut with medical tape he’d found in the bathroom.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Absolutely!” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

He carefully carried her to the tub. “Can you stand on your right leg and I’ll spot your left as you sit?” As soon as she had her weight supported, he wrapped one arm around her waist and with the other he positioned her calf onto the wide ledge of the tub. When she was finally sitting, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, André, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” She rested her head back against the tub and closed her eyes.

“Don’t say that, Adriana. A couple of times now, I’ve woken in a cold sweat with the image of you crumpled on the gym floor.” He shivered. “That was too close to ever go through again.”

“The doctor said I was lucky.”

“You were lucky. They were afraid you’d broken your neck and had internal bleeding and all the other things they were discussing as they strapped you to the back board. To have walked away from that fall with only a concussion and an open fracture was a miracle. Listen to me. A week ago, I didn’t even know what an open fracture was. Look what you’re doing to me.” He grumbled as he used the shower wand to wet her hair.

“Oh, thank you. My hair is gross. Don’t worry about being gentle.”

“Of course, I’m going to be gentle, bebe. You still have stitches in your head.”
Silly woman.

“I liked it when you pulled my hair the other night.” She began to swirl her finger in the water. “It got me wet.”

For someone who was embarrassed to discuss sex, she knew exactly what to say to garner a response. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out while he gradually worked on the tangles. Poor girl still had bits of dried blood clumping the strands together.

“That’s a good thing, because I love your hair.”

“Speaking of hair…could you help me shave my pussy?”

Chapter Four

She was going to get in over her head, if she didn’t curb her tongue. But the feel of André’s fingers along her scalp was making her crazy.

For a moment, his hands froze in her hair. “Of course…but it will cost you.”

Her heart began pounding. “Oh?”

“I’ll definitely need a taste.” His voice was sure and arrogant.

“That’s a pretty steep price, don’t you think?” She loved bantering with him. Her cheeks were beginning to ache from the huge smile on her face.

“I’m sorry, cher, but the price is firm.” Male amusement was thick in his tone.

“I’m hoping that’s not the only thing that’s firm.” Adriana was having a hard time not giggling.

“Oh, you needn’t worry about that. Are you sure you trust me? I shave with a straight razor.”

This time she knew he was laughing at her.

She involuntarily drew her legs slightly together. “Do you know if my car is still at the club? I have my own
safety
razor in my gym bag.”

“It’s here. James and his buddies brought it over, but if you want my help, you have to accept my stipulations. I shave with a straight blade.”

“This is part of that whole Master stuff, isn’t it?” She pretended to be annoyed with the whole idea.

“I’m still curious how you stumbled upon the lifestyle.” His tone was serious as if he expected an explanation this time.

She had to be careful here. He hadn’t said much, but she’d gathered from his conversations with other men at the club that he considered what the trolls had done to be a betrayal. Apparently, he’d been stabbed in the back so often he just came to expect it. If he learned that her parents owned and operated the other competing BDSM club in the valley, he’d likely think she’d joined simply to steal his business secrets.

Nothing could be further from the truth. They had no idea she’d ever been to DiscipliNation, and she meant to keep it that way. As the baby of the family, they’d tried to shelter her from everything. She’d been twenty-one before she was allowed through the doors of her parents’ club.

It was impossible to date. Her brothers intimidated every man who even looked at her. The one time she’d tried to play at their club had been so disastrous she’d known she’d have to keep her sex life completely on the down low.

She’d searched the Internet and found several clubs nearby. She’d visited two before she’d run across the notice for André’s munch. And like they said, the rest was history. The moment she’d seen him, she’d been thunderstruck. Everything about him, she’d found appealing, except that he was under contract with three submissives.

Now they were gone and it was her turn. In truth, there was a part of her that hoped he’d fall so madly in love with her that he’d stop at nothing until he took her hand in marriage. Her pragmatic side kept it in check, though. There was little doubt that at the end of the fourth months she’d walk away with her heart in more pieces than her leg, but she had to go for it.

“My girlfriends and I ended up at the club… I don’t remember the name, but it’s downtown, next to the Capitol Building.”

“I know the one you’re talking about. Cher, that place isn’t safe. It’s not a club. It’s open to the public and any yahoo can claim to be a Dom/me.” He put a hand on her shoulder and urged her forward. “Let me rinse this out. I think I’ve got it clean now.

She’d never been so pampered. Feeling his fingers run through her hair and along her back as he made sure the shampoo was rinsed was worth every moment of pain from the broken leg.

Once he’d finished and was applying cream rinse, she continued her story. “I agree. We left and haven’t been back. We went to another place in Scottsdale and that one was better, but still not on a par with yours. I played a couple of times there. Nothing serious.” Saying she’d played was a gross exaggeration. She’d spoken to a few men and she’d been kissed by one. If you could call it that. He’d thought immediately shoving his tongue down her throat and groping her tits had been the best form of introduction. He’d thought wrong.

“There’s one other club near Tempe that I’ve heard good things about. I’ve reached out to them a time or two, but they haven’t responded.”

He was talking about her family’s club. She wasn’t surprised they’d snubbed him, but it certainly reinforced her need to keep them apart. They were very protective of the business. For the most part, all the employees were family. For all their inclusive thinking, they were very guarded about their livelihood. It sounded like it was for the best that André was anti-family. “I’ve heard about the place, but the munch sounded like a good way to meet people in a casual environment so I came to that instead.”

“So you played a couple of times at basically a nightclub and then you found your way to me?”

She nodded. “I wasn’t aware there was a minimum experience quotient that I bypassed. So, how many guys was I supposed to fuck before I became a member?” She didn’t like to think of all the women he’d played with. She had enough insecurities without focusing on their differences.

“Don’t be that way, bebe. I’m very grateful you came to the munch and decided to stay. I’d be lost without your smile.”

“But?” She held her breath knowing it was coming.

“Not a but, just concern. We’ve talked about it many times. You’re a forever girl and I’m a casual kinda guy. I hope at the end of the four months you aren’t wishing you’d never met me,” he explained sadly.

“I know you’re convinced of that, but I’m not. I have no idea what kind of girl I am, which is one of the reasons why I want this so much. When I was living at home, I never had the opportunity to be alone. Someone was always there, usually more than one. I don’t think I experienced silence until I moved out. Now, I crave it. I’ve grown accustomed to all my decisions being unanimous.” As much as she loved her solitude, she still craved time with André more.

“Too bad, bebe. You’re stuck with me for the next four months. We can be friends or we can be partners. The choice is yours, but you won’t be alone until that leg is fully healed.” He rinsed her hair again and braided it for her while she continued to soak.

“Do you plan to take other trainees?” She had to know. She wished it didn’t matter, but it did.

“Not while you’re here, Adriana. Caring for you is my paramount responsibility. That doesn’t mean, though, that at the club I won’t sometimes step in and help out, if asked.” He walked around to the side of the tub, sat down and held her hand.

“I understand. A couple of times, I’ve watched you demonstrate techniques for other Doms.” She couldn’t ask him to never touch another woman again. The club was his life. She’d have to make some compromises.

“Exactly. You know what an average night is like. I can promise not to kiss or have intercourse with another woman during our time together, but in the context of my job, I may tan a sub’s ass once in a while.” He smiled before growing serious once again. “The contact, though, would be in the presence of their Dom and solely for training purposes.”

“The Dom’s training, not the sub’s, right?” She knew she shouldn’t try to pin him down. He’d always been professional. Detached was the word he used and it fit. She’d spent more than one evening stewing while watching André give a demo with one of his subs. Eva had been crude, but she’d also given her peace of mind.

“Watch his cock!” Eva had told her one night. “That’s how you know what’s really going on in his head.”

From that point on, Adriana had stared at his groin whenever André had come in contact with another woman. As far as she could tell, she was the only one to cause a stir. It had given her hope.

“I know you would be hurt if I played with another woman during our time together. I vividly remember our conversations on the subject.” He chuckled. “You would consider it disrespectful.”

She smiled at his polite summary of their weeks’ worth of arguments. Once she’d learned he had three subs and was still encouraging her to scene with him, she’d let André have
all
her thoughts on the matter.

Worry started to eat at her. “Is that restriction too confining, André?” She didn’t want him unhappy. She’d rather keep their relationship at the friend level than make him miserable.

“No, bebe. If it was going to be a problem, I wouldn’t agree to it. Are you ready for your shave? I’m getting impatient for my treat.” He licked his lips at her.

She laughed, feeling a little in over her head again, but she nodded anyway.

André released the drain and used the shower wand to rinse any soapy residue away. He handed her a towel. “Stay put while I get what we’ll need.”

As soon as he left the room, she did a silent hand clap and fist pump. He’d said they could be friends or partners, the choice was hers. Well she chose the one with guaranteed orgasms. She wouldn’t think about the most likely outcome, the heartbreak she might never recover from, and would just take it day by day.

There were scraping noises in the room behind her. André had to be getting his razor.
Oh, God. Surely he was kidding about using a straight razor, right? Who used those things in this day and age?
She pushed those thoughts from her mind.

No one had ever been up close and personal with her hoochy bits except her and the doc. André had probably seen dozens.
Don’t go there.
She couldn’t think about all the women before her and not go crazy.

“Whatever you’re thinking about, stop. Your poor bottom lip is turning purple. Are you worried about me shaving you, bebe? I won’t hurt you.” He knelt beside the tub.

“No one’s ever… I’m a little nervous.” What was she thinking? She couldn’t tell him no man had been down there before. He’d run for the hills.

“Adriana, it will be fine. Just don’t move.”

He looked so serious and she was trying not to giggle. She always giggled at the most inappropriate times. He completely misunderstood what she was nervous about and she wasn’t going to correct him. “I trust you, André. How do you want me?”

“Rest your right leg along the ledge and just relax.” He worked the soap into a lather using an old-fashioned shaving brush.

“I’ve seen those things used in old movies. Do you seriously use that every day?”

He ran his hand over his jaw. “When I shave, this is what I use. Obviously, it’s been a while.”

Because he’d spent the last few days with her in the hospital. Her stomach did a little flipping sensation. He really did care about her. If she held on to that fact, then nothing was too scary.

“I brought a blindfold. How do you feel about wearing it?” He held up a black scarf.

“My hair is wet. I might ruin it.” Her hands gripped the sides of the tub and her heart pounded in her chest.

He raised an eyebrow and continued to meet her gaze. “No, you won’t. Now answer my question, subbie.” He practically growled at her.

Subbie?
Ooh, she liked that. It both relaxed and excited her at the same time. “I would enjoy wearing a blindfold. Seeing the light glint off the edge on that thing is a bit intimidating.”

“Is that the main reason?”

His voice was softer yet still elicited a response from her.

“No.”

“I didn’t think so.” He moved behind her and secured the scarf over her eyes.