Chapter 197: Luke
I could think of a hundred ways to punish her and she knew it. She was pushing to get her way and it wasn't happening. She'd fucked up all my plans of taking it slow and staying hands off. I smiled because she was making it easier to use her body against her. As much as I wanted to tan her ass and legs back to dark bruising, her suffering from the lack of pain kept me from giving in.
I didn't try to hide my hard-on when we walked back outside. The guys had seen it before and Angela and Jewel could adjust too. I practically dragged Machala to the pool. I jumped in, taking us both under water. She was always so well-groomed and I wanted to see her wet and wild. She came up coughing-hair plastered to her face, her swimsuit unfortunately not budging an inch. The damn thing looked painted on.
I was never a fan of collars. They meant nothing to me, but seeing the red latex around Machala's throat sent a zing to my cock-the one in the cold water, far from cooled down. The rest of the gang made their way back into the pool and eventually we began a game of volleyball after Rocky and Wade set up the net. Our side won, but it wasn't a true contest. Krispin had Angela on his team and protected their baby in almost every play, costing him points. None of us minded. The future band baby belonged to all of us.
"Find out where she bought the suit," Matt whispered before we got out of the pool.
My reply had him laughing. "Hard Dicks R Us, I'm sure."
"Yeah, Stephon and I will be cutting out early with Jewel. She's grabbed my junk under the water several times and I'll be damned if I'll let it pass."
Yeah, another hard-on bites the dust.
Too bad for Machala. I wasn't that easily swayed.
We ate hamburgers and hotdogs and made it an early evening because sex was like thick fog in the air. I swear each of us men could smell it as well as see it.
"Any chance you want a third for the evening?" Wade asked before we left.
I noticed his smile and realized he was teasing. "Fat fucking chance. If I get this ironed out I might call you in a few weeks, though."
"Make sure it's solid. I don't want to come over and it ending the way it did before." His eyes still had that haunted look and I realized Wade might need another D/s session.
"You good?"
He knew what I was asking. "Mostly. I hate to admit it, but I think I'm lonely. Rocky and I can only stand so much of each other's company."
"Call if it gets bad. I'll clear it with Machala and she doesn't need to be there."
"It's time for you to take care of you. I took your advice and called Damian. He's working on something for me."
I gave him a half hug before searching out Machala. I had to practically wrestle her away from Angela. At least she was dressed again in casual clothes, though when it came right down to it, she made me hard no matter what she wore or didn't wear. I placed my hands on her shoulders and ran my nose over the skin on the back of her neck. Her entire body melted into me.
"Time to go," I whispered. Angela was close enough that it didn't matter how low my voice was. She laughed, gave Machala a quick kiss on the cheek, and went to find her man, who was still out on the back patio.
Machala turned in my arms. "My place or yours?" she asked.
I rested my chin on her head, pulling her against me. "Yours," I practically groaned. Not because of what would take place once we got there, but because of what wouldn't.
We didn't speak during the drive. I watched Machala squirm in her seat, cross and uncross her legs, and thrum her fingers on her thighs. Leaving her would be harder tonight and that seemed impossible after leaving her a week ago.
Before I shut her front door behind us, she was removing her clothes. Shit. When the last piece hit the floor she turned and fell to her knees. She took her punishment position, looking down and waiting. We needed to talk, but there were no words for how beautiful she was. There was also no excuse for her toppy behavior.
I took a step closer. Grabbing her hair, I lifted her head. "Your punishment is to stay on your knees for an hour." Her eyes flashed because she needed some serious pain and was doing everything to make sure I complied. It wouldn't work. "I want you back in my house on weekends where we can deal with your behavior. Think about that over the next hour and call me tomorrow with your answer." I released her and walked out the door. Machala didn't say a word, but she didn't need to. If she could create lightning, I'd be struck dead.
It took me forty-five minutes to get home and another two before I sat shirtless on the throne behind my drum kit. I mimicked the heavy beat thrumming in my head as my gaze went to the wall clock. I played while watching the minutes tick away knowing Machala was still on her knees. Her pussy was dripping by now, her knees sore and her shoulders stiff. I actually gave her the punishment knowing she wouldn't disappoint me. The discomfort would also take a small edge off her need. It did fuck all for mine, but that's what the beat was for.
The vibrations of each strike carried me until the hour was up and I could no longer picture where Machala was in her home. Shower most likely. Fuck, my hard-on was killing me. I flipped the right stick to my left hand and kept to a steady shuffle on the toms and snare. My right hand went to my zipper. I fumbled a few seconds before my dick fell into my hand. I could picture the water trailing down her body. In my mind, I could feel her frustration over me leaving her. My hand was now sliding along my cock to the same rhythm as the drums. My knees went a bit wider and my fingers pressed harder.
Her skin. The faint bruises. I knew just about any swimsuit would show the after effects of the abuse she took from me. They were my marks of possession and during the months we were apart, it killed me that she didn't wear them. One of the reasons I never took my subs around the guys was because the women were usually black and blue. The guys knew I was a sadist, but it wasn't something I threw in their faces. Not that they would judge. Machala was the first woman I wanted to share my family with, bruises and all.
The next time she saw the guys, there would be no doubt that she could take whatever I dished out. It took only a few minutes before I threw my head back and groaned as I came in my hand. I lay the sticks down and headed to the shower.
I hoped Machala was suffering.
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