Owning Wednesday (14 page)

“I’m training her for auction,” Vincent said, between offering Daniel coffee and taking his coat.

“Yeah, okay.” Daniel was unable to keep the distaste from his voice. She was pretty, but she looked barely legal.

“She’s a good girl, very talented. Would you like to try her out?”

“No.”

“You’re welcome to. I’m sure she’d enjoy it very much.”

“She’s lovely, Vincent,” he said for her benefit. “But no.”

“No, of course not. How silly of me.” He patted the girl on the head, and Daniel saw Wednesday for a moment, kneeling there collared and cuffed. “Don’t take it personally, Samantha. He’s just very much in love with someone else. You are still in love with her, aren’t you?”

Daniel shot him hostile look. “Of course I am.”

“She’s in love with you too?”

“I hope so. She says she is.”

“And she’s keeping herself up for you nicely?”

Daniel frowned. “What the hell kind of a question is that?”

Vincent looked surprised. “I certainly didn’t mean to offend. She was always a very serious girl about her body, about her looks—”

“She looks fine. More beautiful than ever. It suits her, being with me.”

“I’m sure it does. So she’s living with you now?”

“Not yet. Soon, I hope.”

“You
hope
she loves you. You
hope
she’ll move in soon. Who’s the top here, you or Wednesday?”

God, what an asshole
. How had she managed to put up with him for five years? The way Vincent spoke to him, it was as if he was asking,
Who’s the top here, you or me
? Vincent all too clearly thought it was him.

“She’s mine now,” Daniel said, measure for measure. “What I hope for with her is none of your business.”

“Isn’t it? I suppose not. But I bet the sex is as good as ever. Have you been enjoying her? I hope you’ve been making good use of her ass.”

“Vincent—”

“It’s true she enjoys it probably more than a submissive should, but that doesn’t mean you should deprive yourself. Not letting her come every once in a while worked wonders for me.”

“Enough.”

“What? You have to remember what she was to me. Just a sub. Not so sentimental a relationship as yours.”

“You’re so full of shit,” Daniel said with a sharp laugh. “Why don’t you cut out this posturing bullshit? Say what you really mean.”

“What are talking about?”

“This isn’t a game, you sick fuck. I’m not here to get you off. You sit there and ask me the stupidest questions. ‘Does she still like to be ass-fucked? Does she still go to the gym?’ Is that seriously all you want to know? Really? Don’t you want to know if she’s happy? Jesus, it’s very disrespectful to her.”

“I do not make a habit of respecting my submissives,” Vincent said in a voice dripping with mockery.

Daniel narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, staring at him.

“I would like to hear, just once, how you truly felt about her.”

“Daniel.” Vincent tsk-tsked, as though he was the ridiculous one.

“No, I’d like to hear it from your lips. I’d like to hear you admit exactly how much you loved her, how much you still love her even now.”

Vincent scowled.

“Samantha, go and wait for me in the bedroom. On your knees by the bed. Go.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her eyes wide. No doubt she’d have preferred to stay and listen. She’d gotten an earful to think about. Daniel knew it was poor form to have spoken of such things in front of her, and Vincent was rightfully angry, but Daniel was tired of the way he belittled Wednesday—especially when she had given him so much.

As soon as Samantha left the room on her hands and knees, Vincent glared at Daniel. “I’ll thank you not to dress me down in front of any submissive of mine ever again.”

“I’ll thank you not to dress me down too, while we’re asking. I’m not your toy. I’m not even your friend. I don’t appreciate you using me to do this, to help you bust one more nut over your ex-sub.”

“I gave her to you. A little gratitude might be called for.”

“You have my gratitude, but you don’t have my respect. I’m not going to share the details of our sex life with you or the private parts of our lives. Ever. If you want to know how she’s doing, if she’s safe and happy, then fine, I’ll share. Whatever else you want to know about her, you’ll have to find out yourself. If she’ll even speak to you.”

After a moment he sighed. “Daniel, we’re two very different people. We play this game differently.”

“Yes, we do. And you’ll remember that you chose me for her because of how I play.”

Vincent rubbed his chin for a long time.

“That may be so. And it was because of how I play that I gave her up. I’ll thank you to remember that before you exhort me again to confess my undying love for her.” He stood. “Now, if you’ll pardon me, I have some pressing work to get back to. Slavegirls can’t train themselves. I’ll show you to the door.”

Wednesday was woken up on a Saturday morning in November by a delivery, a gift from Daniel. She slowly opened the box, then stifled a smile. As if she needed a reminder. Where the hell had he found a toy like this in pink? Jesus, Daniel probably owned anal plugs in every color. She was already getting warm between the legs. There was a note.

I’ll be there at seven. You’d better be wearing this.

She sighed and bit her lip. What a pervert he was. But yes, it would be her pleasure to wear it. Dinner…then dessert.

When he came to the door at seven, she was dressed and ready to go, and she had his toy in her ass as he’d ordered. He knew she did too, from the expression on his face. Instead of guiding her out the door, he pushed her inside. Thank God, she thought as his arms came around her. He kissed her, hard, deep, passionately, crushing her in his embrace. Then he drew up her dress and first found the toy, then the wetness between her thighs. He made a sound in his throat that scared her a little.

“Take your clothes off. Every fucking stitch.”

She obeyed him as quickly as she could, before he started ripping stuff off the way he sometimes did. She took everything off, even her bra and stockings, until she stood before him completely naked, breathless, and flushed.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Wednesday. And as you probably suspect, it’s not going to be in your hot little cunt.”

She swallowed hard, feeling shivery as he too shucked his clothes. God, he was so hard already, his cock jutting out in front of him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but he looked like he absolutely could if he wanted to.

“Come here,” he said, and guided her to the side of her bed. She felt vulnerable without the lingerie she usually wore. He bent her over, pushing down on her shoulders, and started to nudge her legs apart. She stiffened, but he said, “Wider. Open your legs for me now.”

He took the toy out, and she heard the rattle of the condom wrapper, then felt the cool lube against her ass. “I’m a big man, Wednesday,” he said. “I’m going to need your cooperation. You’re going to have to let me in.”

“Yes, Daniel.”
Yes yes yes.

He paused and rubbed the small of her back. She was weak in the legs, remembering the first time he’d taken her ass, that night at Vincent’s. That time she’d already been stretched by a larger toy than the pink one, and even then the toy had hurt quite a bit. But she wanted it. She craved it, the conquering pain, only because it came at his hands.

“I’ve been dreaming of doing this to you all week.” His rumbling voice vibrated against her shoulder.

“I’ve been dreaming of it too.”

“Have you?” he said, pressing his cock to her tender hole so that she flinched a little. “You’re not afraid, are you?”

“No, I’m not afraid.”

“You want me? You want me to fuck your ass? What if I hurt you, baby?”

She moaned softly. “You can hurt me if you want.”

He started to ease into her. God, his cock felt so huge. So frightening. So good. But then he pulled back out.

“God, please. Please!”

“Please what?” he asked. “Please fuck your ass?”

Oh Jesus, yes, please…

“Say it to me, Wednesday. Tell me what you want.”

“Please, Daniel. Please fuck me.”

“‘Daniel, fuck my ass.’”

“Please, Daniel, fuck my ass. Please!”

She was pressing against the bed, trying to relieve the pressure in her clit, but he wouldn’t let her. He drew her back against him with a low chuckle, teasing her with his cock. He was an absolute terror, and she was quickly losing it. If he didn’t take her soon, after she’d dreamed of it all week… She’d dreamed of it for months, since that first night back in March.
Oh God…

“Do you want me to spank you first?

“Oh God, Daniel.” She buried her head in the bed and groaned in frustration. “This isn’t funny!”

“It’s funny to me. I’ll use my belt if you want. I know you like that.”

She wiggled her ass back against his cock. “Please take my ass, Daniel. Please.”

“Nice begging. Good girl. Arch your back.” He ran his fingertips along her spine as she obeyed, opening to him. “Are you sure you’re ready for me, Wednesday? Either way you’re getting me. And you’re going to stand there and take it like a good girl. You’re not to pull away or move your hands from the bed, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

“You’re going to open up and relax for me, like a good girl who wants to get her ass fucked.”

He started to enter her again, just easing the head in.
Oh Jesus
. Wow, he was big. She breathed deeply, steeling herself against the burgeoning pain. It always ached at first, smarted like being pried open. She knew it would ease in a moment. He pressed into her slowly while she fidgeted and whimpered.

“Okay?” he asked.

In answer, she sighed and twitched her ass. Her body unwound and relaxed to accept the invasion. He grabbed her hips hard and groaned, moving deeper inside her.

“Oh fucking—God…you feel so good. I’m going to fuck you so hard, girl.”

“Oh yes…please…” She remembered this feeling, this incredible, indescribable feeling of him taking and filling her ass, and she had not thought, months ago, that she would ever feel it again. She really,
really
loved ass fucking, preferred it, in fact, to regular intercourse. The edge of pain to it, the care he had to take, the intense feeling of sharing something so forbidden. For so long she had dreamed of and craved being taken this way.

He held her hips firmly to keep her skittering legs from collapsing. She grasped the comforter and lost herself in the deep humiliation, the deep surrender of giving up her most private place for his pleasure. He fucked her forever, taking his time, then picked up speed as his pleasure mounted.

“I love you like this, baby.” He tightened his hands on her waist, holding her still, holding her trapped for him, just as he’d promised. Her clit throbbed and her nipples ached. She pinched them, trying to ease the torment and reach that summit building just beyond her reach. He noticed her squeezing her nipples and reached down and grasped them in a truly torturous grip. She cried out at the sharpening pain, throwing her head back. He pinched harder, harder still, until her nipples burned. She reached back to clutch his thighs, and he pressed her forward on the bed, driving into her with deep, urgent strokes.

“Come for me, baby. Come now. I want to feel you come with my cock in your ass.”

More pain. Fingers ravaging her and his cock pinning her to the bed. He shuddered against her, awesome masculine power. “Come, damn you,” he groaned as he bucked through his orgasm. His mastery, his sadistic tenderness all coalesced into a shattering climax that turned her inside out. She bit into the comforter as her whole pelvis clenched and contracted in a mind-bending squeeze. He hissed as she scratched him, and pressed harder into her ass. The orgasm peaked in a luscious vibration of contentment and left her breathless and limp.