Odalisque (30 page)

“Oh, sweet girl,” he said with tsk. “You don’t have a choice. Did you think you’d seen the last of this lube?”

She signed, “I hoped I’d seen the last of it.”

He took her hands in his and tsked again, and drew them over her head. “Ever the smartass. I think I have something for that.” He nudged her over onto her stomach and placed her hands on either side of her head. He turned her face so she could see him. “Don’t move them. Understand?”

She nodded, her eyes wide.

He toyed with her ass for a bit, forcing her open with his fingers and inserting and withdrawing the plug. Partly to assert his dominance, partly to tease her and turn her on. The trusty heating lube did its work. Constance squirmed and whined, and even disobeyed a few times and reached back to push at his hands in protest. Well, training was part of the process. A very fun part. He simply spanked her sore cheeks and returned her hands to where they belonged. Finally he drove the plug home, seating it deep in her ass.

Kai was rock solid again. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and distract himself so she had a little time to lie there feeling naughty and punished. When he returned, he might have thought she was sleeping if not for the way she was curling and uncurling her toes.

Kai slipped a hand beneath her and lifted her onto her hands and knees. She’d been such a good girl. It was time for her to have her fun. He ran a hand up her back and kneaded her shoulders. She was pressing her ass against him, the delicious slut. He eased his cock into her cleft inch by inch, savoring the tight squeeze of her pussy. Once fully seated, he withdrew and thrust forward again forcefully, enjoying her little grunt.

He pounded her hard for a while, pressing the base of the plug at the same time to force it deeper in her ass. She was all limp and pliable, letting him have his way with her. He loved the way she trusted him, the way she accepted his dominance over her, answering it with her own sensual charms.

He softened his thrusts then, holding onto the alluring curve of her hips, grinding against her ass. He slipped his fingers down her front, between her smooth, slick pussy lips. He knew she was close to coming, but then he realized he really wanted to see her face. He pulled out, eliciting a moan of despair from her lips.

Kai turned her over with gentle hands. He spread his fingers against her belly, the tips of his pinkies at either hip. She was his. He ran his fingers up over her ribs to her breasts and stroked her nipples lightly. They were still sore and she gave a delightful squeak at the contact. She was thrusting her hips toward him, begging for his cock. He entered her a few centimeters, then pulled out again. In, out, teasing her. She gazed up at him with her patented pleading look.

“I love you,” he said. Constance half beamed and half frowned, brimming with frustration. Kai laughed at the warring expressions on her face. “I know you want me to fuck you.” He slid into her again, a little deeper each time. “I just want you to know I love you also. I should have told you that so many times before.”

She smiled and signed that she loved him too. Her pussy was gripping him and her legs were splayed open, as if she craved more. He gathered her close and slipped his legs under the backs of her thighs, tilting her pelvis up. He drove in all the way, basking in her lustful moans. The toy in her ass rubbed his cock through her walls. From the noises and gyrations she was making, he guessed it felt exceptionally pleasurable to her too.

“Yes, yes,” he murmured against her neck.
Yes, I want you. Yes, I want to try again, with someone worthy this time.
He leaned back to watch her climb to her apex, to see the intent concentration on her face. His own orgasm was shuddering to life, spurred on by her loveliness, the way she clasped him and arched her hips to perfectly match his thrusts. She threw her head back and he felt her pussy clamp around his cock in rhythmic, erotic completion. The pulses triggered a monumental climax within him. He felt it in his entire body, as if the nerve impulses had raced up his spine and sent the message to every fiber of his being. He collapsed against her, trying not to crush her.

After a few intense moments of spasming release, he came back to his senses and levered himself up on his elbows. He looked down with a smile at the woman in his arms. She was staring up at him in wonder.

“What?” he asked.

“I could hear your heartbeat,” she signed weakly. “I could feel it pounding against my cheek.”

Kai didn’t doubt it--because she made his heart beat so strongly. She spread her fingers on his chest and nudged him. He fell onto his back, stretching in satisfaction, gazing at her in amusement as she knelt beside him and laid her head against his ribs. Her eyes were closed, concentrating, and he knew she was listening the only way she knew how. Through feeling. Through sensation. Her fingers trailed lazily across his skin, up to his shoulder and down his side. She made some little taps then, in time to his heartbeat.

It was so simple, he thought. All those years he’d listened to complex concertos, the crashing, banging, intricate noise. Constance was a new song in his life, a simple, honest song.
Tap tap. Tap tap.
His heart was hers. “Kai,” she said softly, in her sweet, hesitant way. “Kai…”

God, what music on her lips.

*** *** ***

Constance watched Kai warily as he finished the last of the knots. “All night?” she signed in the confines of her bonds.

“Yes, all night,” Kai answered. “You’re not my odalisque anymore, but you’re still mine. I’ll still like to keep you tied up now and again.” He winked at her. “To deepen your sense of slavery, of course.”

Constance squirmed. She had a sneaking feeling the plug, too, was going to stay in all night. If only he hadn’t used that confounded lube, she might have actually enjoyed the feeling of fullness while she slept. Maybe if she asked him--

Damn. He was looking at her with that sadistic smirk.

“You are very, very mean to someone who is supposedly your treasured sex slave,” she signed with a pout. “Really very cruel.”

“Yes, I am very mean and cruel person,” he agreed, rolling his eyes. “Now...” He lay beside her, fluffing the pillow under his head. “I would like you to tell me about all these plans you have. These things you want to do that I was apparently going to keep you from doing.”

She flushed. “You’re laughing at me.”

“I most certainly am not. I’m slightly peeved you didn’t tell me about the dreams in that pretty little head of yours. Just like those speeches you hid from me.”

“Oh God,” she signed. “It’s embarrassing to write speeches when you don’t talk. I have to leave the speeches to someone else.”

He shook his head at her. “No. They’re your speeches. Your dreams. Tell me your plans.”

She shrugged. “There’s nothing concrete I have planned. But I’ve always thought I would like to open some kind of home for kids who have nowhere else to go. Runaways. Smart, well-meaning kids who just caught a bad break in life. Kids who need a safe place. A family.”

“Like, some kind of group home?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything about it. Maybe...”

She slid him a look. She wanted to ask his help, but she didn’t want him to think she was using him for his money.

“Maybe what?” he prompted.

“Nothing. Well...” Her fingers collapsed, uncertain.

“
Maybe you can help me, Kai
,” he said, filling in what she couldn’t bring herself to say. “
I know you like to help people, and that you have more money than you know what to do with--
”

Constance laughed and reached out to him. “Yes, I wanted to ask you for help. But I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea. And I felt silly.”

“Silly? Why?”

“Because.” Constance squirmed again, feeling put on the spot. “Because...” Because now that she might actually have the means of putting her plans into action, she felt scared. “No one will listen to me,” she signed. “I can’t talk.”

“You can talk. You’re talking to me right now. You write spectacular speeches. Why don’t you give some of them?”

Constance shook her head in horror. “No!”

“Why not? If you feel strongly about, say, runaway kids, put your voice out there in the world. I know it takes courage to try, but you’ve fallen in with a family of real crusaders. Once you see what you’re capable of, you’ll wish you’d tried sooner.”

“What if I get up to give a speech in sign language and no one listens? I mean, signing isn’t the same as speaking.”

“Who says?” Kai stilled her hands. “You speak louder than anyone I’ve ever known in my life. Well”--he rolled his eyes--“except for Satya, maybe.”

“Do you think Satya will ever recover?” Constance asked. “From crashing the scatter party that night?”

“She thinks we’re all reprobates, but that’s nothing new. She’ll get over it. Don’t try to change the subject,” he said, tweaking a still-sore nipple. “From now on, I want to know all your dreams. Our contract days are over. Now I want it all, free of charge. Your body
and
your mind. And in exchange, I’ll give you whatever you want. Whatever I can do to fulfill you.”

“Take out the butt plug, and let me sleep untied tonight?” Constance signed hopefully.

Kai shook his head. “Anything but that.”

Constance nuzzled her forehead against his chest in a kind of affectionate frustration. Or frustrated horniness. “Are you going to sleep in here with me?” she signed.

“Yes. Or we can sleep in my bedroom. I want to sleep with the woman I love. Is that okay? I don’t think I snore.”

Constance looked thoughtful. “It’s going to feel strange, not being your odalisque anymore. No occlusion, no emotional distance.” She caught his speculative gaze. “I mean, it’s fine, but I really liked some parts of the code.”

“What parts?”

“Being naked all the time. Playing in the saray. And serving you on command...”

The worry in his eyes turned to something warmer and a lot more seductive. “I liked everything about the code except the occlusion and the emotional distance. The cockslavery was a pretty fine thing.”

Constance laughed softly. “Were you to untie me, Master, I could serve you. A willing cockslave. I think that will never change.”

Constance saw Kai’s jaw tense, and imagined he probably groaned. She snuggled closer to him, feeling his cock rise against her hip. He fumbled with the knots holding her wrists. As soon as she was free, she eased down the bed and took him in her mouth, savoring every inch. He twisted his fingers in her hair, urging her on.

He was her Master, her lover, her friend. He owned her heart now, not just her body. Constance was pretty sure she’d prefer it that way.

Kai smiled at Constance as she fussed with her hair and pulled at her stylish linen jacket. A late spring breeze rustled the flowers of the meticulously landscaped courtyard.

“You’re more nervous today than you were at our wedding.”

Constance shot him a look. “Our wedding was just a handful of close friends,” she signed. “And I was really sure about what I was doing at our wedding.”

Kai put a hand on her lower back, a gentle touch that steadied her. “You’re not sure about what you’re doing today?”

Constance scanned the large crowd gathered in front of her Center for Youth in Crisis. The new CYC spanned nearly half a city block, comprised of a series of dormitories, living spaces, medical and rehabilitation clinics, combined with recreational and educational facilities. First she and Kai had reclaimed the buildings, hiring contractors to remodel the ramshackle shells into useful spaces. Then they had worked together with experts to plan and staff the center, a mission that had taken nearly a year. The object wasn’t just to give kids a safe place to stay, but to give them a new lease on life. Job training, rehabilitation for addictions. A sense of purpose to carry back out into the world.

Constance clutched at her stomach. It was her dream made reality, but she still quailed under the weight of the responsibility. “It’s just...so many people are depending on me. Depending on this facility really working for kids.”

Kai shrugged, strikingly dapper as always in his bespoke business attire. “Well, if the concept fails, you can always turn it into a training facility for odalisques.”

Constance slapped him playfully. “Bastien wouldn’t take kindly to the competition.”

Kai grimaced. “That bonehead. I still feel the overwhelming urge, every time I see him, to plant my fist in his face.”

Constance poked a finger at him. “Don’t forget, Bastien brought you and me together.”

“Yes, against his better judgment, he told me later. If you really want to thank someone for bringing us together, you’d do better to look over there.”

A few yards away, Jeremy Gray and Mason Cooke were deep in conversation. Mason and Jeremy had both stood with Kai at the wedding, with Ms. Dresden and Satya on Constance’s side. And Bastien, bless his bonehead heart, had walked her down the aisle like a proud father.

“Listen, love,” Kai said, rubbing her shoulders, “everything is going to go fine. You’ve worked hard for this. I want you to enjoy it.” He gave her a direct look. She gazed up into his insistent amber eyes.

“Yes, Master,” she signed discreetly with a shiver of pleasure.

“Is your speech ready? All practiced and ready to go?”

Constance felt another frisson of sickening nerves. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready. I think.”

“You look like you’re going to be sick,” said Satya, ducking her head into their private conversation. “Oh, Lord, did my brother already knock you up? You know, this center is proof there are too many kids in the world who need a home, so if you want to have a family you would do better to--”

“Adopt. Yes, we know.” Kai held up a hand. “Satya, please. She’s nervous, not pregnant.”

Mason came charging over as soon as he saw Satya talking to them. “Constance is pregnant?”

Constance rolled her eyes. Mason nudged her and winked. “Married life suits you,” he said. “You don’t look pregnant. You look excited. Vivacious. Happy.”