Chapter Nine
Kade
The week flew by and before I knew it, it was Friday night. Seth had set up a scene for Raven. I had one of my own. I hoped to scene with her at the club as well, but I wasn’t sure exactly how she’d feel after her scene.
Seth texted me in the afternoon. John has a scene with Raven at the club tonight. Set for around 10 pm. He’s tested and can play. He knows the rules
I texted back. Sounds good.
It was odd for me to get instructions from another guy about my submissive. I had to remind myself that she wasn’t my submissive, though.
I set my phone down and went to find Raven. She’d been in the kitchen baking. I walked in to the aroma of cookies fresh from the oven. She looked up and smiled before offering me a plate with cookies on it. They were chocolate chip, my favorite. I took one from the plate and bit it. It melted in my mouth. “Damn! These are amazing.”
My compliment earned an even bigger smile from her.
“It’s Friday you know,” I said putting the rest of the cookie in my mouth.
She nodded.
“We’re going to the club. I want you ready by 8:45.” The club opened at 9:00. That would get us there just after opening since I lived about a half hour away. We’d have time to get into the club, change if needed and she’d be to her scene on time.
Often I went to dinner before the club, but I was going to skip that tonight. I wasn’t sure how that would work in a restaurant with her, though I knew she could “play human” as Seth had called it. She’d have to do it a bit tonight. The club had a rule that you had to be street legal to walk through the doors. That meant that she at least had to wear enough clothes to meet that qualification.
I shouldn’t have worried.
She knew about clubs. She’d served dinner, then after cleaning up, she disappeared upstairs to shower and get ready.
We hadn’t sceened, which was our first day skipping since she’d arrived. I suppose I could have, but I didn’t want to do anything that would interfere with her scene she had scheduled with John.
At 8:30 she stood at the top of the stairs, ready to go. That had to be a first, a woman being early.
My dick jumped as she descended the stairs. It wasn’t what she was wearing. In fact, what she was wearing was hideous. She had on a plain grey dress. It was more of a sack with holes in it. It did the job though, covering what needed to be covered.
No, it wasn’t the dress, it was everything else. Her hair was done. The long dark hair was parted and pulled into two pig tails. She was wearing makeup. Her lips were a hot pink, and very glossy. I really loved her shoes. She had on red heels. I could imagine bending her over and fucking her in them. Had we not been going to the club, I’d have done just that. I’d have thrown her over the back of the couch, lifted that dress like sack, and fucked her hard, leaving my cum to drip out of her the rest of the night.
I glanced at the clock. There was nearly enough time to do it, but I stopped myself. I’d been left in charge of her, and I didn’t want to mess up her scene. Besides, I had a scene of my own tonight. I’d already packed my bag, putting everything I needed into a silver case.
We walked to the car. I was surprised how well she moved in her heels. I didn’t know much about women’s shoes, but it was the first time I’d seen her in shoes since she’d been dropped off. I’d be looking through her things and adding that to our playroom routine from now on.
The drive to the club was uneventful, though strange. I’d never been in the car with a person and not spoken to them. I found myself talking to her anyway, just pointing out landmarks we passed, but for the most part, we were silent.
When we got to the club, I took out my ID to show at the door. I looked to Raven. For a second I felt a little panic. I knew it was a requirement to show ID to get in. What did she do?
She reached into her bag and pulled out an ID.
I had no clue what it said, because she handed it to the woman working the front desk. It had my curiosity, but that was for another time.
Once in the club, she removed her dress and let me see what was under it. I’d expected her to be nude, but she was wearing a leather bra with the cups cut out. She didn’t have on panties but the tail that was in her ass looked more like a flogger. It wasn’t the white furry one I’d seen her in, it was made of black leather, about thirty falls, cut thin, all sticking out of her ass. I wanted to use it to flog her and as the thought popped into my mind, it occurred to me that this John guy probably would. She’d been with me a week and I’d never thought of asking for an outfit. That would be changing soon.
With all eyes on her, I clipped the leash to her collar. It was the first time I’d walked through the club with a submissive that I was completely conscious of all of the stares. I knew she looked amazing and I knew guys wanted her. It wasn’t that I was afraid. I knew that submissives were safe here. Guys might try to play with women by asking them, but no one would force themselves on another.
We walked through the club toward the main room. A few people said hello to me and I nodded hello, but this wasn’t my usual club, so I didn’t know as many people.
When we got in the main play space, a tall, thin man walked up to me. He held out his hand. “Kade? I’m John. Seth said you knew about my scene tonight?”
I shook his hand, looking him in the eye, but I was also watching Riley. She’d smiled at him. That was a good sign. “Yes, Seth told me. He said around ten.” I looked over at the clock. It wasn’t even 9:30 yet. “Did you want her early?”
“No,” he said releasing my hand. “I just wanted to introduce myself. Let me know when she’s ready.” He walked away.
He’d been polite, and this meeting had been set up, yet I felt that I had a duty to Raven. I turned to her. “Do you want to play with him?”
She looked at me with a puzzled expression.
“Raven, I won’t make you play with anyone. Do you want to go with him and have a scene?”
She nodded.
I was glad she wanted to go. I wasn’t sure what I’d have done if she said no. It wasn’t really my place to cancel a play date for her, but I also wasn’t going to force a woman to do something she didn’t want to do.
Since we had a half an hour, we found a couch off to the side of the room and watched the play. I sat on the couch and she sat on the floor in front of me. I ran my hand up and down her upper back, tracing the leather of her collar. I expected her to lean into me, like she did at home, but she sat alert, back straight, eyes watching everything.
She stiffened up when a strawberry blonde came bouncing over to me.
“Hey Kourtney,” I said, standing to give her a hug. She was my play partner for tonight. She had a tight body and large breasts. She was wearing a school girl outfit and looked spectacular.
She looked down at Raven, who was still sitting at my feet, attached to the leash. Kourtney frowned. “I thought we were going to play tonight.”
“We are,” I said, tracing the white collar of her shirt down her chest, grazing her breast. “We will be playing at ten. Give me a few more minutes.”
She left, still with a look of confusion. I’d explain it later before we scened and went over her limitations.
No one else came over to talk to us. We watched the scenes. My hand was on her constantly, but she didn’t seem to need it. She wasn’t nervous. I loved that she was so at home. It was just another thing I admired about her. Hot, sexy, women, who felt at home in a BDSM club, who were happy to play with other men, and who didn’t seem a bit jealous when other women wanted me to play with them were rare to say the least.
John came over a few minutes after ten and took the leash from me. He walked with her to a leather covered padded table that resembled a massage table. I’d give them a few minutes to get ready, and once things were going all right I’d start my scene with Kourtney. I was going to go get her, but she found me first.
She sat on the couch next to me. “Is that your girlfriend or something?” she asked, looking over at Raven.
“She’s owned by someone else. I’m just taking care of her for a few weeks. It shouldn’t interfere with our scene.”
It turns out it did. It wasn’t anything that Kourtney did, or that John or Raven did. It was my head. Kourtney and I had walked to scene in the corner of the main room. I wanted to use a spanking bench. From where we were scening, I could see John, and Raven who was sitting on the table. John had her blindfolded and was doing rope work on her. He appeared to know what he was doing. He was working on an intricate chest harness. The rope wove around her and in a criss cross shape. The weaving of rope and the way the rope of the harness squeezed her breasts was magnificent.
A small group of observers had already gathered obstructing my view. I didn’t need to see though. There wasn’t anything going on that wasn’t all right, and I should have been able to rest easily, but I couldn’t get my mind off of her.
I’d bound Kourtney to the bench and was flogging her back, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Raven occasionally when people moved.
She had quite the crowd around her. John had her chest harness complete and had moved onto her legs. He was tying them so they were bent at the knee. He did great rope work.
I could have watched his entire scene, but I had a hot woman before me on the bench, one I’d been trying to get there for two months too, and I needed to focus on her.
I finished my flogging making her ass and back bright pink. She was squirming and I knew what she wanted. Not all BDSM included sex, in fact, a lot of it didn’t, but tonight’s was supposed to. We’d discussed the scene weeks ago. She wanted me to give her a light flogging, no marks or bruises, then I’d do a little bit of nipple torture and humiliation and then fuck her in front of everyone. I’d been excited about it last month, and I still was excited. My mind was just in two places was all.
Bringing my focus back to Kourtney, I put nipple suckers on her breasts. They distorted her nipples, pulling them down the long clear tubes. “Ahhhhhh,” she cried out, drawing more than a few sets of eyes to her nipples that were quickly turning purple.
Reaching down into my bag, I pulled out a ball gag and strapped it into place. “Now you can scream all you want into that. Besides, you know you like it, Slut.” Humiliation was something she’d asked for and from how wet she was…she was loving it.
I pushed her face down and pulled her pink ass cheeks apart. “I wonder what it would feel like to fuck this ass.” I slid a finger into her puckered hole and she started screaming around her gag. “You know I could take this ass right now if I wanted to.” I saw her eyes widen and she bucked her hips. “You said I could fuck you. You’re a little slut. You never said I couldn’t fuck your ass.”
She stilled for a moment. Maybe she thought I was going to do it. I’d seen her have anal before, so it really wouldn’t be that big of a shock, but it just didn’t feel right tonight. I would fuck that pussy though. As I was moving around her body, I squeezed her pert ass so my cock would spring to life. It wasn’t unusual for me to remain flaccid during a flogging. Sometimes it aroused me, other times it didn’t.
I’d just moved to her front where I was going to pull on the tubes when I heard a soft moan coming from the other side of the play space. It was Raven and it made my cock go instantly rigid.
I looked over at her. John had finished her legs. They were tied and spread like butterfly wings and he was now fucking her. I could see him from the front and the top of her head, but not much more.
The hardness of my cock made it possible for me to fuck Kourtney. Even though she’d tested clean, I rolled on a condom. I spread her ass cheeks and pushed my way into her pussy. She was so wet, I slid in easily. Gripping her hips, I began to fuck her. She was loud, screaming and moaning with each slap of my abdomen and thighs against hers. It wasn’t her sounds I was tuned in on though. Raven was moaning as well. I matched the pace of my thrusts to theirs involuntarily, though I was well aware of how much I was watching them.
I wished I could see her better. It was as if John could read my mind, or maybe it was coincidence, but he stopped fucking her to change positions. With her tied the way she was, it was difficult to move her, but he lifted her and placed her onto her stomach. Since she was wearing a chest harness, her arms were free.
Raven placed her forearms on the table and lifted her head. She saw me and locked eyes with me just as John used the rope of the harness as a handle, lifted her back half, legs still tied and all, and drilled into her.
The look on her face, the gasp, the moan that followed had me harder than ever. I kept looking at her as I was fucking Kourtney. Her eyes never left mine, and I swore I never blinked. I was enjoying Kourtney. It was her body that I was touching, controlling. It was her pussy I was spreading wide with my dick, but I wasn’t only thinking about her. It was so erotic fucking one woman and watching another get fucked. What was best, Raven didn’t seem the least bet upset I was fucking another woman. That might have been the hottest part to me.
I slammed into Kourtney using her body as she’d asked me to when we’d planned our scene. Her tits bounced but I held onto one of them, pinching and pulling on her nipple. Two couples and several single guys were watching us. I knew Kourtney loved it when men watched her get fucked. I’d been one of the men in the past. I’d waited for my turn, and she didn’t disappoint.
I’d been worried that I wouldn’t be able to come, and that might have been true if I wasn’t watching Raven. Her mouth hung open a bit, as he held her, like a wheelbarrow, fucking her. I knew she was coming from the look on her face and I worked to get Kourtney there. I pulled on the nipple sucker and turned the crank slightly before moving my hand to her clit. I grazed it twice before pinching it. “Come,” I growled into her ear. Like a good girl, she came hard all over my cock. I couldn’t feel it through the condom, but I felt her muscles clenching on my cock and the wetness was on my abdomen and balls.
She was whimpering but I wasn’t letting up. My hips thrust faster, bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm. I was fully focused on Raven now. It was wrong, I should be watching Kourtney, but it was just so hot watching her, and having her watch me back.
John was slowing his pace, but with each thrust, burying himself deep. Raven would rock forward, nearly falling over until he’d pull her back. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and said something into her ear. A moment later, he stilled.
I’d watched many former play partners scene and get fucked, but never one I was currently involved with to the level I was with Raven. Then again, I was never with anyone to the level I was with Raven.
I wasn’t sure that I’d achieve climax, but when John pulled back and his wet cock withdrew from Raven’s pussy, I lost it. The string of cum connecting the two was hot. I didn’t feel jealous or possessive. It was hot, plain and simple. So hot that I came into the condom buried inside of Kourtney.
John moved his cock to Raven’s mouth and began untying the ropes that held her legs. I focused once again on Kourtney. I’d stopped fucking her when I came. She’d held still for me like a good girl and I told her so. I pulled out, disposed of the condom in the nearest trashcan, and returned to Kourtney. I stroked her hair and moved my hands to the clasp of the ballgag that she still wore. I removed it and she slowly closed her mouth. I turned her so I could kiss her.
I kissed her deeply as my hands went to her nipples to remove the suckers. She cried out into my mouth. I released her kiss. My hand pressed hard on one breast and I took the other into my mouth to help relieve the pain.
She slowly came down as I moved from one to the other. Her nipples were still red and puffy when I walked her over to a couch. I wrapped her in a blanket and pulled her onto my lap. My focus was totally on her so I didn’t even notice when Raven and John left the area they’d been sceening. When I glanced back, the table they’d been playing on was vacant. I scanned the room and saw the two of them off in a corner. He was administering after care similarly to me, though he was massaging her muscles that were likely sore from the rope play while I was stroking her hair and just giving her light touches.
When I’d removed the ball gag, Kourtney’s eyes had been glazed over and she’d swayed on her feet. After about fifteen minutes, her color returned to normal and she seemed more with it. “Thank you,” she whispered to me giving me a huge hug.
“It was my pleasure. Thank you for serving me and thank you for giving me your pussy. It was amazing.”
She hugged me again, and we sat there a few more minutes before she spotted one of her friends walk into the club. “Do you mind if I go and say hi to Kae?”
“Not at all Babygirl,” I said hugging her one last time.
I sat there watching the other scenes for a while before John walked back over to me with Raven on the end of the leash.
Her eyes were down and I wasn’t sure what state she was in, though physically she looked fine.
“Saw your scene,” John said, sitting down next to me, still keeping Raven’s leash in his hand. “It was very hot.”
“So was yours,” I said in response.
Raven looked up at me and smiled.
I wanted to stroke her cheek, but she wasn’t yet returned to me. It was odd, because I’d been fine watching him fuck her, but I wanted the leash back.
John must have caught that and he leaned down to Raven. “Thank you for serving me Raven,” he said and then handed me the leash.
I heard Raven sigh, or was it my own that left my chest. It was something I’d reflect on later. John said goodbye and went to the other side of the club.
I pulled Raven up onto my lap. “Are you good?”
She nodded.
“I liked watching your scene. Did you like me watching?”
Again, she nodded.
“It turned me on.”
Her eyes widened a bit and a smile formed on her face.
“Do you want to help me out, little one?”
Without another word from me, she dropped to the ground between my legs and worked at my pants. It wasn’t thirty seconds until my cock was in her mouth. I’d just come while fucking Kourtney, but this is what I needed. What I really needed was to claim her pussy as my own again. I had this urge to fill her with my cum, but I wasn’t a sloppy seconds guy.
I thought about taking her right then and there. My cock swelled. That image in my mind combined with what she was doing with her mouth had me coming down her throat. I held her face pressed to my groin. It was a sick and twisted form of a hug, but it was a hug nonetheless.
When I finally released her, she looked up at me with her beautiful doe eyes.
How was my cock still hard? It didn’t matter, I wanted to use her right then. I’d have taken her off to a quiet corner, but I didn’t want to rush it. The clock indicated that we had about 90 minutes until the club closed. I didn’t want to rush things. I wanted to take my time fucking her tonight.
I hoped she wouldn’t mind leaving early. I leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Let’s go home Raven, I want to fuck you.”
When I looked at her face, I was pleased to see her smiling at me. She stood, clearly ready to go. It didn’t take long to pack up our things and say goodbye. In the car on the way home, I reached over and put my hand on her knee. For some reason, I was always a bit apprehensive about touching her when she was wearing clothes.
When she was nude, wearing only a tail, it was easy. She was my submissive. She’d do as I said. When she was dressed, it didn’t seem to be that way, even though she was wearing her tail under the loose fitting dress she wore to and from the club.
Once at the house, I unclipped her leash and removed her dress when we were a few feet inside of the door. “Upstairs, bath, now.”
It wasn’t so much that John had fucked her or that he’d come inside of her, though that did bother me a bit. It was more that I enjoyed bathing her. It was a way that I could be in control of her body without inflicting pain. I liked the sensual nature of it all.
Raven scampered up the stairs and I heard the water run in my bathroom. I picked up her dress and carried it up the stairs. She was nude standing next to the tub. Her tail was out, though she was holding it in her hand. For some reason her tail made her comfortable, and I sure as hell didn’t mind. She could hold anything she wanted for all I cared.
I walked back into my room and undressed slowly. This bath was going to be different. She wasn’t going to bathe herself, and I wasn’t going to bathe her while sitting outside of the tub. We were going to bathe each other.
When she saw me standing there nude, she smiled.
I walked through the room and stepped into the hot water. I sat down and instructed her to join me.
She entered the water and sat on across from me.
That would do for now, but I knew that eventually I’d want her on my lap.
I began simple, bathing her as I had before. I used the washcloth on her body, making sure every inch of her was clean. Then, unlike before, I took a large cup I’d grabbed from downstairs and began pouring water on her hair. I held her head back so it wouldn’t go into her eyes. Once her hair was wet, I massaged in the shampoo. It was my first experience washing hair. I loved how it felt in my fingertips and even more the way her body melted at my touch.
She was leaning into me, her eyes closed. I could have massaged her hair forever, but I knew the soap had to be rinsed and conditioner applied. Rinsing her hair was just as much fun as it had been massaging it in.
Once the conditioner was applied, I handed Raven the wash cloth. “Now, wash me.”
There was a moment of surprise from her, but she covered the look quickly. Her hands weren’t as sure washing me as they were in the kitchen, but she shouldn’t have worried. Her hands, the cloth, moving all over my body had me rock hard in minutes.
Anyone who has ever had sex in the bathtub knows that it’s nearly impossible. There isn’t enough room, or the water splashed everywhere when the tempo gets too fast. That wasn’t the case with Raven. She straddled me and rode me slowly. I wanted to be the one in control, but truth be told, she was dictating the scene. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but her gentle rocking kept me hard, wanting and needing a release.
Her movements never became faster, just more forceful. I could feel her body grind against mine. “That’s it, my beautiful girl,” I said, running my hands down her back to the swell of her ass. I rocked her back and forth helping her find the release she craved.
Once she’d collapsed onto my chest, I held her tightly. I hadn’t come yet, but that time would come soon enough. I wanted this moment with her in this way far more than sex.
I cupped my hand and used it to pour warm water down her back.
She let out a sigh that sounded a bit like a purr. It was far more sensual after she came than sexual.
I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, but I went soft inside of her.
When the water started to turn cold, I lifted her from the tub and carried her to my room. It was my instinct to put her in my bed, but I knew she didn’t want that. Instead, I set her on the carpet right in front of my bureau. I bent her forward and slammed into her from behind. She was staring at herself in the mirror. I loved it because I could see her reflection too.
Maybe it was the view, maybe it was the build up of the bath, hell, maybe it was just how good her pussy felt, but regardless, I came within minutes. When I pulled out of her, I held her there, bent over and spread her pussy. I loved that it was my cum dripping from her.
“Good night, Raven,” I said as she climbed into her crate a minute later. I held her leash tightly from bed, and got some well needed sleep.
The rest of the weekend and the following week were just as good. We settled into a wonderful routine. She’d wake me up in the morning with an amazing blow job. She’d make breakfast while I did work. We’d eat and then I’d work some more. I wasn’t sure everything she did during the day. She did cook meals, do laundry and other domestic things, but she also read and drew. She wrote in her journal and worked out.
On Tuesday, the guys came over for poker again, but Jessica and Mark stayed home. Mark said something about Jessica not feeling well, and I didn’t press it. I had to wonder if it was just that he didn’t like the idea of me fucking his girl.
The rest of the guys enjoyed themselves, as did Raven. She was petted, pinched and touched all night. I never thought I’d get turned on by guys passing around my girl, but seeing the looks on their faces and hers made me enjoy it.
I was aware that I’d started to think of Raven as mine, but I rationalized with myself, that was only because she was mine temporarily. I convinced myself that once she went home, I wouldn’t think of her as mine any longer. Poker night was possibly my last night with Raven, so after the guys went home, I spent a very long time with her in the playroom and an even longer time with her in the bedroom.
I’d been in contact with Kennedy through text the entire time Raven had been staying with me. She was still in Moscow, on business. She’d thought she might make it home mid week, but a text from her on Wednesday morning changed that.
I won’t be home tonight.
I’ll admit, I was excited for another night. I texted back, Tomorrow?
No. This is way more complicated than I thought. We just had a set back. I’m shooting for Monday. Talk later.
I was excited. I wondered how Raven would feel. I went to find her. She was in her room, asleep on the floor. I smiled that I’d worn her out. In the corner were all of her things, packed away. Though she seemed to live the life of a pet, she knew far more than she let on.
I turned to leave the room, but my movement must have woken her up. “Mistress Kennedy just messaged,” I said to her. “She’s not going to be home until Monday at the earliest. You’re going to keep staying here. Is that all right?”
My question was completely unnecessary because the smile on her mid sentence was enough. She nodded anyway.
I was so excited, that I took the leash from my pocket and clipped it to her. We spent the next few hours in my dungeon.
I flogged her ass until it was bright red. Then I made her scream by using the violet wand on her. It was an electrical toy that could be used to either stimulate pleasure or cause pain in a submissive. I enjoyed the latter. I loved hearing her scream as I moved the wand all over her body, paying particular attention to her most sensitive areas. When I finally let up with the current, her entire body slumped in relief.
She was limp, barely able to hold her head up, definitely too weak to stand when I finally set down my toys. It wasn’t that the violet wand had been so brutal, it had just been a long, intense scene. I pulled on her tail, making it pop from her body.
She whimpered.
“Should I fuck your ass?” I asked her, running my finger around the rim of her asshole as it closed from the tail butt plug.
She didn’t say a word, just closed her eyes, and tensed up.
It felt awful. It felt like rape.
I took the tail from the table and pushed it back into her ass. I knew that Seth said that I should fuck her ass, and I loved forcing submissives to do things, but only when it was part of the scene.
I was trying to decide between her mouth and her pussy when I saw a drop of her wetness begin its path down her inner thigh. It was too much temptation. I needed her right then.
Fucking her after the violet wand was incredible. She didn’t scream or fight me, like I sometimes liked, but she wasn’t completely compliant either. I could tell that she was exhausted, yet she was too weak to protest. Soft whimpers came from her as I enjoyed her spent body.
Even after I came, filling her, she could barely move.
I lifted her and carried her up the stairs. I put her right in the tub, and once again, we bathed together. When I’d finished washing her and she’d regained some of her strength, she washed me. Once again, I had a great night’s sleep.
By the time Friday rolled around, I was so satiated, so happy, that I’d nearly forgotten about the club. Kennedy would have been taking her and I wondered if Raven had any scenes planned. I didn’t. I had offered to help another Dom with his rope technique, but we’d made no specific plans. I toyed with the idea of not even going to the club. If Raven had no plans, I’d be spending the night with her, and there wasn’t anything we could do at the club we couldn’t do in my basement. The only reason I went to the club was to socialize and to play with others. With Raven here, I had no interest in spending time with others. I wanted a Friday night with her.
That wasn’t going to happen though. Seth texted me. Heard from Kennedy that Raven is still with you.
I texted back. She is. It kind of pissed me off that he only knew that now. Kennedy was supposed to have Raven most of this week. When he’d first left, he’d texted daily, but he’d skipped a day then he skipped three. In his defense, every time he’d texted and asked how things were, I always responded that things were fine. Maybe he figured I’d text him if something went wrong.
His second text ended my fantasy for a quiet evening at home, alone with Raven. Raven has a scene tonight. The guys will meet her at the club at 10.
I was going to ask who it was with, but I realized that it really wasn’t any of my business and I probably wouldn’t know them anyway. I only knew about a quarter of the people at that club since it wasn’t my regular one. There were some people who bounced from club to club, but most of us found one that fit us, and stuck with it. Community was as much a part of BDSM as the act itself for most people in the lifestyle.
The afternoon went fast and we only had time for a short scene in the basement. I told her about the scene that Seth had set up for her at the club. I didn’t know much though, so she’d have wait until we got there. One thing I found a bit odd was that when I’d told her about John last week, she’d seemed fine, but tonight she seemed disappointed. Maybe it was because she was hoping for Kennedy, or maybe she wanted it to be John again. Secretly, I hoped it was because she wanted to stay at my house like I did.
After dinner, Raven disappeared to get ready for the club and I did the same. It didn’t take me long. I showered, put on a pair of jeans, my boots, a black sleeveless shirt and a dress shirt on top of that. The dress shirt made me look more presentable, but would be taken off if I were to have a scene. I didn’t plan on one though. I’d just watch Raven’s scene, then bring her back home. If it wasn’t too late, we’d have time to play before we fell asleep.
As the last time, Raven and I didn’t speak in the car, though I did tell her that she looked beautiful. She gave me that smile that I’d already learned to crave. I was supposed to be her Dom, but I realized, that sometimes I aimed to please her.
At the club, she sat at my feet, though we weren’t there long when two blonde guys walked up to us. “Hey, we’re here to play with Raven.”
It was an odd way to say it, but who was I to judge, though in hindsight, it should have sent up a red flag. I stood. “I’m Kade,” I said extending my hand.
“Cool,” the taller one said. “I’m Van and this is my friend Trystan.”
I shook his hand and then Trystan’s. Who the fuck named these two? I looked them up and down. Maybe they were brothers. “Do you know her rules?” I asked.
“Yeah, Seth said you give us her leash and she’ll obey us.”
There was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I dismissed. “Have you been tested or are you wearing condoms?” I asked, trying to be thorough.
“We had tests two weeks ago,” the taller one said, pulling out two envelopes and handing them to us.
They were in German on one side and English on the other. I guess they’d been in Europe with Seth. Must be nice. Regardless, they were clean.
As much as I felt uneasy, Seth had set it up and they did have the paperwork. I leaned over and whispered in Raven’s ear, “Ready?”
Of course, she didn’t answer, but she usually smiled. This time she didn’t, yet she stood.
I handed them the leash and they walked off with her. I gave them a minute, then I followed. They’d taken her to one of the private rooms off to the side of the main room. There were no truly private rooms at the club, as that would be dangerous. This room, like the others had a few windows so people could see in.
Trystan and Van, had Raven up on a bench. She was on all fours. Van was putting a blind fold on her and Trystan was trying her hands together. It would be really hard for her to keep her balance like that.
I watched for a bit as they took turns, rotating, spanking her ass and fucking her face. They were heavier handed than I usually was, but some girls liked it like that, and I knew that Raven was one tough chick. Maybe they knew her already.
It didn’t take long for her ass to turn bright red. I watched Raven for signs that she was under duress, but with the blindfold on, it was hard to read her facial expressions. Her mouth was open and she was sucking Van’s cock while Trystan was hitting her ass. There was no doubt, from Van’s facial expression that he was loving himself.
“Excuse me, Kade?” a male voice said from behind me. “Got a minute?”
It was Chris, the guy who had asked for a few pointers on rope work. His girl, Deb, was standing behind him. “Sure,” I responded, turning to him, but glancing over my shoulder at Raven.
Van had his cock in her mouth and Trystan had moved to flogging her with a very light flogger. She’d be able to handle that with no problem. I turned to give my full attention to Chris and Deb.
“I made a chest harnesses,” Chris said, “but I saw the one you did last month. Can you show me your technique?”
I agreed to show him. He had his rope set up in the far corner of the room. I wouldn’t be able to see Raven there, but I had to let things go. I pushed away the bad feeling I had, dismissing it as jealousy over the fact that it was them in there and not me.
I’d shown Chris one way to make his harness more elaborate. He was trying it himself. I glanced at the clock. I’d been gone from Raven for about fifteen minutes. I would finish up, and then head back. I was in the middle of showing him the next knot when the dungeon monitor, DM, walked past. He was talking to Tim, one of the hosts for the night. “I hate to break up a scene, but it’s getting really rough in there and I don’t even know them. I’m worried she’s really hurt.”
“Did she safe word?” Tim asked.
“No, not to my knowledge,” the DM responded.
“Let me go see,” Tim said. “We’ll watch a minute and then see if we should stop the scene.”
I didn’t have to wait to figure out who they were talking about. I knew from the pit in my stomach that it was Raven. I dropped the rope and walked over to the other side of the room. A small crowd had gathered around the semi private room they were in. I pushed my way through and got to the window people were looking in. The dungeon monitor and host were right behind me. All three of us gasped. Raven’s torso, legs and ass were bright red. I could see darker marks where she was already bruising. Her lip was bleeding and it looked like she had a black eye. Tears were streaming down her face.
Van was standing by her head, fucking her face and Trystan was fucking her pussy hard and fast.
I didn’t need to wait a minute to see if I should stop the scene. I continued to push my way through the people to get to the door of the room. While I was making my way to the door what was happening inside seemed to happen in slow motion. As I pushed my way through people, walking outside of the wall of glass, the guys had decided to change positions. Van pulled out of Raven and gave her butt cheek a slap. What I thought had been her pussy had been her ass. I growled in shock and anger.
Van had moved to Raven’s head and spoke.
She shook her head, something I’d never seen her do.
Van pulled his arm back slapped Raven with his right hand. His left went to her neck and he started choking her. She was pulling frantically on her ropes, likely to fight him off, but he didn’t care. One of her hands came free.
“SUCK IT!” he screamed, shoving his cock down her throat. She pushed at him, her nails digging into his abdomen. He slapped her face for a second time. This one was so hard, her head jerked to the side. I saw red. His reflexes were quick. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head straight, and when she cried out in pain, he shoved his cock down her throat for a second time.
Finally, after feeling like I’d been moving in slow motion, I was at the door and turned the knob opening it. All three of them looked at me though neither of the guys stopped.
Raven stared at me with wide eyes. Her hand moved, but it didn’t push at Van, though he was in so deep, he was gagging her.
Instead, she brought her hand to her chest and moved it in a circle. It nearly broke my heart that she was signaling please. It was unnecessary. She didn’t need to ask me to stop this. I was her Dom, temporarily or not, and I needed to protect her. I should have been there to protect her before any of this happened. I couldn’t change that, but I could be here for her now.
“That’s enough!” I shouted, walking into the room.
“Dude, we’re not done yet. Wait your turn.” Van said, thrusting hard and holding the gagging Raven onto his cock so her nose was smashed into his abdomen.
Trystan didn’t even seem to notice me, he was pounding into her ass at lightning speed.
Raven was gagging and choking to the point, I thought she was seconds from vomiting.
“YOU ARE DONE!” I said, pushing Van away from her head.
“What the fuck is your problem man?” he asked, puffing up a bit.
There was still saliva connecting his cock to Raven’s mouth. Raven used her free hand to break the string of spit. Tears were still streaming down her face when she wiped her lips with the back of her hand smearing some of the blood that was on her lip onto her cheek.
Trystan had stopped fucking Raven and was now watching Van and I, though I was far more concerned about Raven than anything either of them said or did. Her tail was laying on the floor. She was looking at it and then back at me. I reached down and picked it up, handing it to her before leaning over her and putting my hand on her back. I leaned in to whisper to her that I was going to pick her up.
“Hey! We’re not done. Seth said we could have her for an hour and do anything we wanted.”
In that moment, I don’t know who I wanted to hurt more, the two douchebags or Seth. I didn’t even know where to begin or what to say without actually losing my temper and punching one or both of them in the face. Fortunately, I didn’t have do. I raised my head from Raven’s slowly.
I hadn’t even noticed the DM or Tim had also entered the room. They were behind me. Van had clearly seen them though because he spoke to them. “Hey, they said on the tour of the club if there were any problems, to tell the Dungeon Monitor.” He turned to look right at the DM. “This guy came in here and is fucking with our turn.”
“Scene. It’s called a scene,” the DM said. “And I was coming in here to stop it too, or at least to check on it. It seemed out of hand.”
“You can’t stop what we’re doing. We have an hour, and it’s only been like twenty five minutes. We have over a half hour left,” Trystan said, and his cock was still in Raven’s ass.
I wanted to tear it off.
“Actually,” Tim said stepping forward. “The DM can stop any scene for any reason if he’s not comfortable.”
“Well we’re all comfortable,” Tim said thrusting into Raven’s ass a few times then pulling out and turning to us. “At least we were until you came in and ruined it.”
“And we had an hour with her. Seth owns her and said we could do anything we wanted to her. He said she wouldn’t say no to anything. We paid for an hour, and we’re going to take it.”
“The hell you are,” I growled, picking Raven up into my arms.
“That isn’t how it works. You can’t buy it,” Tim said trying to deescalate the situation. “This is BDSM, not forced prostitution.”
“What’s the difference? They’re both offering sex.”
“The difference is, she can say no,” the DM said. That’s what we came in here to check out. Raven, do you want them to stop?”
I didn’t have to look down at Raven to know she was trembling. I could feel it in my arms. I also didn’t have to wonder what she’d say. She never said no to anything.
“Well, cunt,” Van said. “You know you loved getting fucked up the ass and slapped around like the worthless whore you are. Do you really want us to stop? It looked like you were screaming for more.”
I would have punched him if I wasn’t holding Raven and if her trembling hadn’t reached epic proportions. It didn’t matter to me what she answered. I was taking her out of there. I just wanted her to say she wanted to come with me. I didn’t want her to say yes to them, I wanted her to say yes to me. Then it dawned on me. She’d been asked the wrong question. Seth had said she never said no to anything. That was true, but she also had learned to say yes to things. I decided to ask a different question, one I hoped she’d say yes to.
“Raven, would you like to end the scene so you can go home with me?”
She nodded her head quickly.
I smiled.
That didn’t seem to be enough for them though. Tristen stepped forward. “Hey, she can’t do that though. She doesn’t get to say. She’s a sex slave.”
“She’s a submissive, not a sex slave,” Tim said.
“Submissive...sex slave...no difference,” Van said.
“There’s a huge difference,” the DM responded, now raising his voice a bit. “Sex slavery is illegal for one. In BDSM, it’s all about consent, true consent, not bullying someone into doing something.”
I pulled Raven a bit tighter, glad her trembling was slowing down. I could have just walked out and left them to their ignorance, but I had to say something. I looked right at Van and Trystan when I spoke, “It’s people like you who give BDSM a bad name. These men and women here who are submissives do so willingly. They can take back that gift at any time. They aren’t sex slaves. They are submissives. There is a HUGE difference. All of these people have the right to say no at any time. You weren’t engaging in a BDSM scene with her, you were beating and raping her. You make me sick. These people are so much more than submissives. Raven is so much more.” I looked down at her. “I love to cook with her and brush her hair. I’d love to take her out to dinner and just spend time with her. She’s more than a submissive, she’s a person. I’d still like her, even if she never submitted to me again.” It was odd because I’d started out making a point to the two douchebags, but in the end, I’d had an epiphany myself. I did like doing the nonsexual things with Raven as much as the sexual ones. I didn’t know her well, but I genuinely wanted to.
I didn’t wait to hear their response. Tim and the DM were already talking to them and having them gather their things. I walked with Raven from the room. I passed Chris, who was standing with Deb, her chest harness half on.
“Can we help?” he asked quietly.
Actually, a few people had asked if they could help. All I wanted was to get her home to bathe and rest. I looked down at her nude form in my arms. The dark red spots on her were already forming bruises.
“Can you grab our things?” I motioned with my head to my case and Raven’s bag. I knew it had clothes in it, but I didn’t want to set her down and I didn’t want to try to dress her. I knew there was a blanket in her bag though. Most submissives carried one actually.
Deb dug it out and Chris covered her with it. It wasn’t that it was cold outside. It was about being decent on the short walk to the car.
“Do you happen to have any sort of ibuprofen or something else for pain?” I asked Deb.
She nodded and dug around in her purse, producing two tablets. “Tylenol,” she said handing them to me.
Chris followed us out, carrying our bags. He got the door for me, and I placed Raven gently in the car. She winced and reached for me. “I’ll hold you again when we get home Babygirl,” I said to her, clicking her seatbelt in place.
“Thanks for the help,” I said to Chris getting in my side of the car.
“Any time.”
I closed the car door and turned to Raven. “Babygirl, I need you to swallow these. Please open your mouth.” She did as she was asked and I placed them on her tongue. I handed her a bottle of water. She took a small sip, and handed it back. I wanted her to drink more, but she’d slumped over in her seat. I just wanted to get her home and to bed so she could rest comfortably.
The ride home seemed to take hours. I was worried when I heard Raven seemingly having trouble breathing. Each of her breaths was labored. There was a wheezing on the intake when she’d seem to be scared she would start breathing quickly. It was no surprise. Her throat was purple. I was sure it would be black and blue by morning.
While that was awful to hear, it was scary when she was silent. I reached over, more than once, to see if she was breathing. She kept falling asleep, and, truth be told, that was better for her anyway.
When we pulled up the gravel of my driveway, and I cut the engine. I stared out the windshield into the darkness wondering what the fuck had happened tonight. Taking the phone from my pocket, I texted Seth. I need to talk to you. Call ASAP. I didn’t want to tell him what had happened to Raven in a text. It was in part because I didn’t think it was right to deliver bad news that way, but also because I didn’t want to take the time to type it all out.
I hoped that Raven would stay asleep so I could carry her into the house, but when I pulled the handle to open the driver’s side door, the light came on waking her.
She cried out in surprise and her hands flew in front of her as if she were fighting off an invisible ghost. It didn’t take a genius to figure out exactly who she was fighting off. She still held her tail in her hand, clutching it tightly. I hadn’t put it back because I hadn’t had time to examine her and I wasn’t sure if putting it back in would be a good idea. She was hurt pretty badly on the rest of her body. If they took her anally in the same careless manner, she might be pretty torn up down there.
Her hands went down and she calmed some when she woke all the way up. “Wait here,” I said getting out of the car. I kept my keys in my hand so I could unlock the front door.
I walked around the car quickly and opened her door. She didn’t raise her head, just lifted her eyes to look up at me and then closed them slowly when I bent down to lift her from the car. She didn’t protest.
I picked her up and carried her through the night and up onto the porch. It was dark out, the moon and stars covered with clouds. I couldn’t see her well, but I could feel her. She was holding onto me tightly as we stood on the porch while I put the key into the lock. It only took me a minute to open the door and another to get her up to my room.
I laid her on the bed. It had been less than an hour since we’d left the club but she’d changed drastically. The club lighting had been decent, but it was always a bit dark in there to keep up the mood and ambiance. In contrast, my bedroom was bright. I’d turned on the overhead light. It gave me a full view or Raven, and the damage that had been done to her. Though she was covered with the blanket, I could see enough.
Her left eye was partially swollen shut. It would be black and blue for sure. She also had a bruise on her cheek, possibly from where I’d seen her get slapped and her lip was cut open. It had stopped bleeding, and had dried blood on it. Her neck was swollen and turning purple, no longer the bright red it had been. There were several spots on her thigh that I could see that were dark bruises. She held the blanket to her, so I couldn’t see her chest and abdomen.
I wanted to wash her face and the rest of her, but I wasn’t so sure that a bath was the best idea. It was late and she was tired. That could wait until morning. Instead, I opted for a warm washcloth. Her eyes were closed again and I hoped she’d fallen asleep.
I lowered the brightness of the overhead light and then went to the bathroom to get the rag. As I was waiting for the water to turn hot, I checked my phone. No message or call from Seth. I texted again. It’s an emergency.
When the water was warm, I put my phone back in my pocket and wet the washcloth. I also grabbed a towel so she wouldn’t get cold after I’d washed her.
I returned to the room and gasped. Raven was no longer on my bed. For a moment, I’d thought she might have left the room, but her movements caught my eye. She was on the floor, crawling painfully into her crate. She was making whimpering sounds.
“Babygirl,” I said, moving to her quickly. “What are you doing?”
She reached for her pillow and blanket she normally slept on. Her arms shook for a moment before they gave out. She was exhausted. I let her lay there for a minute unsure of what to do. On one hand, I couldn’t just leave there, half in her crate, laying on the floor, but I didn’t want to pull her out either. She’d been in my bed, and she’d left it. Maybe she didn’t want to sleep with me. I did have a bed in the guest room. Maybe she’d want that.
I knelt down next to her. “Raven...Babygirl...please come back out here.”
It was worded as a request, but had she hadn’t backed out of her crate, wondered if I’d have physically removed her. I didn’t want to be the guy to force her after what had happened, but there was no way I was leaving her there like that.
To my relief, she pushed herself up on her hands and knees again and crawled backwards the few feet from the crate. Once out, she let her body sag some in exhaustion. Her eyes closed for a minute.
I didn’t want her to fall asleep though because I didn’t want to have to wake her again. “Sweetheart,” I said waiting until she looked up at me. “I can’t let you sleep on the floor when you’re like this. You’re not going to sleep in your crate tonight.”
She nodded.
I was glad she agreed, but I didn’t like that the reason why was that she always obeyed. “I’m not going to make you sleep anywhere though. I’d like you to sleep in my bed with me, but if you would rather, you can sleep in the bed down the hall.” I exhaled. “And I suppose, if you really want to sleep in your crate, you can, but I’d need to add some pillows and blankets.” If it was that important to her, I could try to make it comfortable. Her sleeping was key.
She was looking at me now and I realized I’d given her way to many options. I’d need to break it down. “Babygirl, I think you’re hurt and need a bed. Do you need to sleep in your crate to feel safe or can you sleep in a bed?”
She nodded and relief washed over me. Now, which bed. I wanted her in mine for a few reasons, some I was willing to admit to myself, others I wasn’t quite ready for. “I’d feel better if you were in my bed. I’d be able to check on you all night and I’ll be able to hold your leash. If you needed anything I’d be right there, and my bathroom is only a few feet away. What do you say? Will you sleep in my bed with me?”
Again, she made me happy when she nodded. I didn’t wait any longer. I stood and picked her up. Carrying her bridal style, I placed her on the bed on the side closest to the bathroom. I’d been sleeping on the other side anyway, because it’s where the crate had been placed.
After I put her on the bed, I went back to the crate, grabbed her pillow and blanket and once again checked my phone for a message from Seth.
Nothing.
“Maybe you want these?” I asked, coming to stand next to the bed holding out her pillow and blanket. She smiled and lifted her head a bit so I could put her pillow under it. I covered her nude body with the blanket and clipped the leash to the collar around her neck. I had this urge to dress her in warm pajamas or at least to put my t-shirt on her, but I knew how much she hated clothes.
I looked over at the night stand to see the washcloth and towel. I was sure it was cold by now. “Raven. I want to wash you up. Do you want me to wash you?”
She nodded and signed please.
I loved that she knew that sign and realized how helpful it would be if she knew a few more. I put my hands to my chest, palms facing me, thumbs up and rubbed them up and down. “Bath,” I said to her. What I was doing wasn’t really a bath, but it was a good sign to use for bathing. “Stay put,” I said standing up and grabbing the wash cloth. “I’m going to go make this warm again.
It didn’t seem to take quite as long the second time, and when I returned, Raven was exactly where I’d left her. Her eyes were open and she watched me come toward her. There was definite fear when I brought the wash cloth to her lip. “I’m going to do my best to be gentle.”
I washed her face until the blood was off her lip, but I could see where it had split and it would likely bleed some more now that the scab was gone.
I washed the rest of her face, delicately over her rapidly bruising neck and down to her pussy. She let me move the blanket so I could wash her chest. I’d expected bruises, but bite marks on her breast? That was extreme. One even looked like it had broken the skin. I paid special attention to that one when I washed her chest. I moved to her legs, feet and then back up to her thighs.
“Raven, I want you to spread your legs for me. I want to wash.” I also wanted to see the extent of the damage, but I didn’t want her to know this.
Of course, my babygirl spread her legs wide. Things didn’t look that bad at first. There was no bruising at first glance, but when I looked closer, I could see some bruises that were the size and shape of hands holding her thighs apart.
Her pussy was pink and puffy and looked fucked, but nothing more than I’d have expected. I ran the cloth over her outer lips several times then spread her a bit. I could hear her gasp, but I was gentle.
When I felt her pussy was clean, I moved to her ass. I moved the cloth lower, toward her pucker, and she pulled back in pain. I didn’t want to look, afraid I’d see tearing and blood, but to my surprise and relief, there was none. I had no clue if there was any internal damage, though, and clearly… it hurt her.
I wondered about her tail, which she was still holding. I didn’t want to put it back in, and I hoped she’d let it stay out all night. I finished cleaning everything, wanting to get her in a real bath in the morning. “All done,” I said and put the rag on the bathroom sink.
I took a moment to check my phone again. Seth still hadn’t answered. I realized, though, with the time change, it was only like seven in the morning. He was probably still asleep. I texted him again, explaining more. Raven was hurt at the club. Please call me when you wake up.
When I walked back into my room, Raven hadn’t moved. Her legs, which had been tense, were now more relaxed and had fallen open. I moved her slightly, so that she seemed more comfortable.
I walked around the bed and climbed in. It was so odd having her in my bed, but nice too. It wasn’t that I’d never slept with a woman in my bed, well, I’d never had a woman sleep in this particular bed because I’d bought it when I’d built the house, but I’d slept all night with my former girlfriends.
That was vanilla though, and it seemed so different, and so far in my past. Having a submissive sleep with me was definitely new. We weren’t in Dom/sub roles, at least not in the way that I was commanding her and she was obeying me, but we were in the way that I was looking out for her and she was relying on me to protect her.
When I’d climbed into bed, she’d been laying to my left, on her back, but when I woke a few hours later, she was on her side, curled into me. It was a wonderful feeling, but the shared body heat had made me sweat. She seemed hot too. Her hair was damp and sticking to her forehead. I ran my hand over her forehead and she felt very warm. I chalked it up to her being used to sleeping in her crate with just a blanket rather than in my bed, with my down comforter and me throwing off my body heat.
I moved the blanket just a bit, hoping to cool her down and fell back asleep. It was after three am the next time I woke up.
Raven was screaming in her sleep, kicking and punching at nothing.
“Raven,” I said softly, and then again more loudly. “Raven!” I tried to catch her hands so she wouldn’t hurt herself.
The third time I called her name she woke up. She stopped screaming and fighting the air, but she was still frantic. Her breathing was ragged and she started feeling all around the bed.
At first, I thought maybe she was still disoriented, but when her fingers came into contact with her tail, which had fallen out of her hand as she slept, she instantly calmed down. She reached around behind herself to put it in. She whimpered in pain. I wasn’t sure if it was her ass or just the muscles from moving around so much.
“Raven, wait. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
She looked at me skeptically.
“Wait here, please.”
She held the tail in her hand as I left the bed. I knew she’d brought many tails and Seth had said that I could choose which one she wore. I wanted to take that opportunity to make a good choice for her. Going to her bag, I dumped them all out onto the bed in the spare room. I searched through them looking for the one with the smallest anal plug. Finding a tiny pink plastic plug that attached to a silky black tail. It would be soft and as comfortable as a tail attached to an anal plug could be.
When I entered the bedroom, she smiled.
I didn’t have to ask her to turn over, she simply rolled onto her side and spread her ass cheeks. I used some lubricant from my night stand and then slipped it in. I could feel her body tremble when I pushed it in and I had to wonder how much it hurt her. I knew she’d never say. Hell, that’s part of what got her into this situation. The other part was me. I should have kept a closer eye on her. There was no point in dwelling on that. It was in the past, all I could do now was take excellent care of her and make sure it didn’t happen again. The rest of the blame went to Seth. He was the one who set it up with those assholes. What the fuck had he been thinking? I glanced over at my phone on the nightstand, no messages from Seth. It was nine in the morning there. He should have been up. Where was he?
The entire episode must have taken a lot out of Raven because, before I knew it, she was asleep again. If I’d thought she was warm before, she was on fire after her nightmare. I held her close though, despite the incredible amount of heat that was coming off of her.
The sun was just peeking in the window when I woke the next time. I was hot, but Raven was boiling. Her hair was wet and she was moaning in her sleep. I wondered if it was another nightmare.
“Raven, sweetie, wake up.”
Her eyes opened slowly and the moaning stopped. She didn’t look very good. Maybe it was the damp hair, but there was something about her eyes too. All of the sudden a look of panic came over Raven’s face and she jumped from the bed and ran into the bathroom. The leash I’d clipped to her collar before bed trailed behind her.
I was only a few steps behind that. I entered the bathroom just in time to see Raven kneeling in front of the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach. The first thing that popped into my head was morning sickness. And as fucked up as it was, for a split second I had hoped that she was pregnant. It was a ridiculous wish. Not only was she on birth control pills, but she wasn’t even mine to have a child with. And did I even want a child? I’d never wanted one until that moment. On top of that, she’d given no indication that she ever wanted to have a child. No, it wasn’t pregnancy. She likely had caught a bug.
When she’d finished vomiting, I handed her a cool cloth. She used it to wipe her mouth and I used another one to run over her forehead. She sat there on the bathroom floor for a few minutes before I picked her up and carried her back to bed.
She fell back to sleep and I had a chance to really look at her in the daylight. Her cheek had a bruise on it and she definitely had a black eye. Her body was covered with various bruises and I could see what looked like several bite marks. What worried me the most though, was how hot she was.
Once again, I checked to see if Seth had texted. It was ridiculous. It was the afternoon there now. I texted him again and took a few pictures of her while she slept. I would send those next. If that didn’t get him to respond, I didn’t know what would.
When she woke an hour later to vomit again, I took her temperature. It was one hundred and two. She needed a doctor, possibly a hospital. Thoughts of internal injury started to plague me. The problem was, how the fuck did I take her to a hospital? She’d been beaten, and there would be a hell of a lot of questions. She didn’t even speak. Would they take her away from me? I would if I were a cop. I mean, if I saw some guy bring in a woman who looked the way Raven looked, I’d assume the guy did it. I needed advice.
I had just laid Raven back in my bed when my phone rang. Reaching across her and picking it up, I was glad to see it was Seth. “Where the fuck have you been?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Sorry, man. I was out till like 4 am, so I slept until like noon. Then my phone was dead so I was charging it.”
I understood his explanation, but it still didn’t help.
“I saw your text saying that Raven is hurt. Don’t worry about it. Raven’s a tough girl, I’m sure she’s fine.”
My blood started to boil again. “No, she’s not fine!” I responded. “Hang on,” I said, uploading the photos I’d taken of her and pushing send.
“You don’t know what she can take,” Seth said. “I mean, she’s a pretty tough chick and… holy shit! Is that her?” he asked. Apparently, the pictures had come through. “Is she all right?” he asked concern now evident in his voice.
“No, she’s not all right,” I responded. “You can see the pictures. She needs bedrest, but on top of that, she has a fever. I’m worried about internal bleeding or something. I think I should take her to the hospital? What do you think will happen to her there?”
“No! Don’t take her to the hospital. They will take her, especially looking like that.”
“Well, I have to do something,” I growled. “Her fever is over one hundred and two degrees. She could have internal bleeding.”
“I agree. We have to do something. I’ll call the doctor.”
It seemed to me that we were back to square one. A doctor would be the same as a hospital in regards of trying to remove Raven from our homes. “Not a regular doctor,” Seth added. “He’s my personal doctor. He actually has treated Raven before.”
It seemed odd to have a doctor, who dealt in this sort of thing, and part of it didn’t sit right with me, but there was no time to argue. If he were an actual doctor, he’d be able to help.
Seth texted me his number and I called immediately. “Hi, Dr. Brentwood?” I asked when he answered the phone.
“Yes, this is Dr. Brentwood. How can I help you?”
“I need your help. My um…” I couldn’t say submissive or pet, could I? It seemed strange. I tried a different approach. “Someone is sick, and needs you to look at them.”
“You’re going to have to call the office on Monday and schedule an appointment with a secretary. If this is an emergency, please go to the hospital.”
This was getting me nowhere. I couldn’t wait until Monday morning, and I’d take her to the hospital, but only as a last resort. I didn’t feel he understood the urgency. “But this is for Raven.”
“Seth?” the doctor questioned.
“No, my name is Kade. Seth gave me your number. He’s overseas. Raven is staying with me.”
“And she’s sick? How sick?”
“She’s really hurt, and sick. There was an incident at the club. She’s banged up, but I’m worried because she has a high fever. It’s 102.2. I just don’t think that’s okay. I wanted her to see a doctor.”
“Yes. I’d like to see her,” he said. “Give me your address please.”
After giving Dr. Brentwood my address, he said he’d be over in about forty-five minutes.
I paced anxiously until he arrived.
Raven had woken once, vomited and was lying in bed once again. She hadn’t fallen asleep again when the doctor arrived.
I went to the door to let him in and showed him upstairs.
“Want to tell me what happened?” he asked on our way up.
“Seth had set up this scene with two guys. I didn’t know them at all. Raven went to play with them, but they were really rough.”
We’d reached the top of the stairs and the partially closed door to my room.
Dr. Brentwood looked at me waiting for more of an explanation.
“Why don’t you just check her out, and then I’ll answer any questions you might have, if I can. I wasn’t there for most of it.” I felt like an ass saying that last part, but that was typical. Most Dom’s didn’t watch their submissives when they played with other Doms. Still, I should have been closer, checked more. I’d carry that guilt for the rest of my life.
I pushed open the door and Dr. Brentwood walked in. The sunlight was streaming in the windows, making Raven very visible. She was beautiful, despite her black eye, cut lip and sheen of sweat that covered her body.
Dr. Brentwood stopped for a moment and stared, clearly in shock.
I supposed I hadn’t explained the extent of her injuries.
He went into doctor mode though. He moved to her bedside, and began the routine tests. He put a thermometer in her mouth and pulled out a stethoscope to listen to her heart and lungs. He didn’t say a word until the thermometer beeped and he removed it from her mouth. “Did you say she had a temperature of 102 when we were on the phone?”
“Yeah. It was 102.2 about an hour and a half ago. Is her fever gone?”
Dr. Brentwood shook his head. “No, it’s 103.4. What have you given her for it?”
“Nothing, well, I gave her some Tylenol last night. I guess it might have worn off.”
I wanted to kick myself for not giving her more. What the fuck was wrong with me? “I was just so worried about her fever and possible other injuries, I hadn’t thought of it.”
“That’s fine. It’s good I know what her true temperature is, but we’ve got to lower it. I’m going to give her both Tylenol and Advil to reduce it. If that doesn’t work in half an hour, we’ll have to give her a cool bath. I’d rather not do that though.”
I watched him get out the medication. I went to get a glass of water from the bathroom.
Raven sat up to take the pills and then slumped back on the pillows.
While we waited the thirty minutes, Dr. Brentwood examined her. She winced a lot and cried out once when he pushed on her abdomen.
“Do you see anything?” I asked him anxiously.
He shook his head. “Yes, there is a lot of damage, and I’m not trying to minimalize it, but there doesn’t appear to be any broken bones or internal bleeding. He looked at one of the bite marks. This could be infected, but I don’t see it causing that high of a fever. I’m not sure what’s causing the fever.”
I thought about the part I hadn’t really mentioned. “Do you think it might have something to do with anal?”
“She had anal sex?” he asked, looking down at her once again. “Raven, I need to see your ass. Roll onto your side for me.”
She did as he asked and her tail came into view.
Dr. Brentwood looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
“She couldn’t sleep without it in,” I said by way of explanation.
He nodded. I guess he did know her well. “I need to remove your tail, Raven. It’s just for a few minutes.” He pulled out the tail and her little pucker closed immediately. It was red and swollen. You could definitely tell she’d been fucked in the ass, but just like the night before, it wasn’t bleeding.
“There could be some internal tearing...and that could have gotten infected,” The doctor said. “I could try to examine her to see.” He leaned in closer, but Raven twitched and whimpered.
At first, I thought it was about the examination, but when she sat up I saw it on her face. “Hang on Babygirl,” I said, reaching over and handing her the trashcan next to my bed. I knew we’d never make it to the bathroom, not with the doctor in the way.
He waited until she was finished vomiting. “You didn’t tell me she’d been vomiting.”
“Sorry, I thought I did. I’m sorry. I haven’t slept and I was so worried about if she had internal injuries.”
“Well, in a way, she might.” He turned to Raven. “Raven, did you have oral sex after anal sex?”
“Yes,” I said as she nodded her head once. Everyone knew that if you had anal sex, you finished there. No oral or vaginal after that. Sure, I knew plenty of people who did, and were fine, but I’d heard you could really get sick. Was this what happened? “Was it oral after anal?” I asked the doctor.
Dr. Brentwood turned back to me. “Yes. It’s most likely e. coli or rotavirus. It’s treatable with antibiotics. I think I have what you need in the car.”
I didn’t even want to know why he’d have a pharmacy in his car, but I felt grateful that he did.
“I’ll go and check. Get her some more water. You don’t want her dehydrated. When’s the last time she urinated?” he stopped to ask as he was at the bedroom door.
“Uh, I’m not sure, not all night or today.” Saying it, I realized how dehydrated she must have been.
“Then she needs fluids, and she’ll need something to eat once she can keep food down. She’ll need her strength to heal from her other injuries.” He left the room to go check his car.
I looked down at Raven who was looking up at me. I ran my fingers along her cheek and she leaned into me. “I’m going to go empty this,” I said holding up the trash can, glad there had been a bag in it. “Then I’ll get you some water. I bet that Dr. Brentwood will have just what you need.”
I came back up into the room with a glass of water and a minute later, he appeared with a tiny manila envelope. “She should take one of these twice a day for seven days. She should be feeling a lot better by tomorrow.”
He handed me the packed, took out the thermometer and stood next to Raven. “Let’s get that temperature again. Open.” Raven opened her mouth and he put it under her tongue. It felt like an eternity until it beeped. “100.4,” he said.
I was so relieved. Raven looked relieved too, because she let her head relax onto the pillow and closed her eyes.
“Keep the fluids in her.”
I nodded.
“I’d like to come and check on her in a few days.”
“Certainly,” I said looking at her and then back at the doctor. I took out my wallet. “How much do I owe you?” I asked, not sure I had enough. I had a few hundred in cash, quite a bit more in the safe in the basement.
“There’s no charge.”
I quirked my eyebrow.
“Seth and I work it out in trade,” he explained. His eyes moved over to Raven. If he thought he was going to fuck her, he was the one who would be needing a doctor.
The doctor smiled before I could say anything. “Of course, Raven is ill. I wouldn’t dream of taking payment now.”
I don’t know why it bothered me to hear him say this. He’d been nothing but professional. I walked him downstairs and to the porch.
“You have my number. Please call, day or night if anything changes with her.”
I stopped in the kitchen to get her a glass of water and some crackers. When I went back upstairs, I was glad she was still awake. “Babygirl, I need you to drink some of this, and eat the crackers if you think you can.”
“It took her awhile, but she did get down most of the water and two crackers. She looked exhausted, but when I felt her, she didn’t feel hot like she had earlier.
It was a long day, with her sleeping off and on, throwing up occasionally.
I napped with her in the afternoon. I was exhausted. I couldn’t imagine how she felt. During the night, she woke a few times with nightmares. It was strange that I’d never heard her voice, but I’d heard her high pitched scream. Each time she’d wake, I’d hold her and she’d fall back asleep in my arms. More often than not, when I woke she was in my arms her head pressed to my chest. Her fever was gone and it was a wonderful feeling. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the feeling of a woman in my arms.
Her fever was down in the morning and she seemed to rest more comfortably. By the afternoon, she’d gone to the bathroom twice, though I’d helped her to get there both times. Again, I’d wanted to give her a bath, but she seemed so weak. She did eat a bit more and I got her to drink some broth before we went to sleep. She’d had four doses of the antibiotics and I was feeling a lot better about her condition. Seth had called twice and texted through the day and night. He’d asked for more pictures, but the truth was, even though she seemed to be doing better, her fever had gone down, and she’d stopped vomiting, she looked worse. The bruises on her neck and eye had turned a deep purple and her bite marks had also started to bruise.
When she woke from her afternoon nap, she was sitting up.
“Bath?” I signed.
Please. She signed back.
I ran her a bath. When the water was ready, I got her and put her in the tub. She looked at me, signed bath and then please. I couldn’t resist her. Any time she asked me for something I wanted to give it to her.
Removing my clothes, I climbed into the bath with her. I washed her entire body and I was surprised when she took the wash cloth and began washing me. It felt so good. I wasn’t sure if she was strong enough, but it didn’t seem to take too much energy.
When she was finished, I washed her hair. By the time the back was done, she looked so much better. I got her a new t-shirt.
She didn’t seem to mind at all. She put it over her head and slipped it down her body once I’d placed her in bed. She laid back closed her eyes.
I left her there, falling asleep to go make something for myself for dinner and to get her some more broth and crackers.
She was awake when I returned. She ate all of the crackers, alternating with the broth. I was so glad she was keeping food down.
I hadn’t stopped with the Advil and Tylenol, to know if her fever was truly gone, but it seemed a lot better.
After she ate and used the bathroom, I laid in bed next to her and watched a movie. She fell asleep before it was over. Her body was curled into me. I stroked her face as she slept. Her lip was healing, but her eye seemed to look worse. The purple was turning green and yellow. I knew that it meant that it was healing though. Pulling her into me, I rested my head on hers and fell asleep.
It was usually Raven who had the nightmares, but that night it was me. I had a dream that the two men came back and there was nothing I could do to stop them. They had leashes and insisted that Seth had given her to them to use, as they liked. I tried to fight them for her, but as I reached for her, she disappeared.
I woke suddenly from the nightmare to find that I was alone in bed. At first, I thought she might be in the bathroom, but the light was off. I glanced over at her cage. Had she moved back there now that she was feeling better? I turned on my light, but she wasn’t there either.
All of the sudden my nightmare came flooding back. Had someone come to get her while I was sleeping and I hadn’t even noticed?
I jumped from the bed and snuck down the stairs. I could see the light on in the kitchen. When I peeked in, I saw Raven standing there in my t-shirt. She was standing in the light of the refrigerator looking sexy as fuck.
“Raven?” I said.
She spun around looking guilty as sin. She had some grapes in her hand.
“Raven, are you hungry?”
Of course, she didn’t answer, but her stomach growled.
I laughed making her smile. “Oh, Babygirl! That’s great. Sit down. Let me get you something to eat.”
This seemed to make her nervous again.
“Would you like to make it?” I asked.
She nodded.
“OK,” I said coming up behind her. “But let’s not overdo it.”
Raven turned back around and pulled out the grapes and some cheese. She reached for the yogurt and some jelly. She moved over to the pantry and took out some bread and the peanut butter.
I watched with wide eyes. Was she really going to eat all of that? She made two sandwiches, and put one on a plate for me then one for her. She scooped out yogurt and also put a huge bunch of grapes and the sliced gouda cheese on the plate.
She started to sit on the floor, but I pulled her onto my lap. I didn’t think she would eat much, so I started with the cheese and grapes, figuring they had the most nutrition. She ate them all, as well as her entire peanut butter and jelly sandwich along with half of mine. She was eating the yogurt as I fed her when I saw her eyes finally start to close.
I was so happy she’d been feeling better. I felt awful that she’d felt that she was sneaking food. I didn’t want her to feel that way. I took my hand and shaped it like a C and then brought it over my neck and down my chest to my stomach in the sign for hungry. “Hungry,” I said to her. “But Raven, you know that you have permission to eat any time you are hungry. Food is not something you earn.”
She nodded and I hoped she believed me. I glanced up at the clock. It was just after three in the morning. She looked tired again and I know I was. “Let’s go back up to bed,” I said, picking her up and carrying her through the house. I placed her back in my bed and got in. She immediately rolled toward me and curled up, putting her head on my chest. I ran my hand down her back and over her ass. Rather than wincing, she moved even closer to me. I loved how she responded to me. It had been hell, but she seemed on the mend, and I was glad that I was there to take care of her.