West Bound For Jordon

Startling Revelations

     "Mr. West, what the f**k are you doing?"

     Jordan's voice sounded harsh in the open great room and Orion had absolutely no idea how to answer her question. He was as astounded as she was and he had no explanation for why he felt the need to drop to his knees before her like that. What, why, how… nothing, he had nothing. There was simply no logical reason for his action and he made no attempt to deny that. He cleared his throat but remained on his knees as he formulated his response.

      "I don't know, Mistress."

     Jordon seemed completely baffled and Orion began to believe he'd ruined any chance he might have had with her. He closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath as he waited for it, the refusal; the rejection that he knew was going to come. His body wound tight and keyed up began to tremble, not from the strain of the position but from his deep-seated need for acceptance. He hated feeling like he wasn't good enough. His father made him feel that way, his mother… Please God, not Jordan too.

     "Orion, please, stand up. Let's go sit on the sofa. I need a drink. Can I get you something?" Jordan asked.

     Orion sighed, then got to his feet, his face flushing a deep scarlet. He nodded but didn't ask what she had to drink. She slipped off her towering heels and padded into the nearby kitchen. He chanced a glance up at her as she bent down to retrieve two beers from the little wine fridge on the floor. When she turned to come back into the living room, he dropped his eyes to the floor, his long bangs falling and partially hiding her from his view. She held out the beer to him and he took it without looking up. She'd already opened it for him.

     Jordan sat down on the edge of the sofa next to him and tipped up her beer, taking a sip before putting it down on a coaster on the coffee table in front of them. Orion gulped down two healthy swigs hoping it would settle his nerves, and then sat his down on the coaster she slid over to him. He leaned back against the cushions and sighed, feeling utterly miserable. Lowell had been right about her apartment. He'd noticed how nice it was in the millisecond before he was gripped with that idiotic urge to submit to her. He swallowed hard and made a passable attempt at conversation.

     "Lowell was right about your apartment. It's impressive. Did you really do it yourself?"

     "Yep, I studied interior design before I majored in business," Jordan replied, taking another sip of her beer.

     Orion looked at her through his bangs, not really brave enough to meet her eyes head-on. She wasn't looking at him and seemed to be slightly nervous but he was sure it was just his own anxiety making him think that. Jordan Harley wasn't the type of woman to get nervous. He clearly remembered how she had handled him in the club, how she'd taken control of him so easily, and how he'd been quick to give her that control. His body began to heat up as he recalled that punishment session, the way she'd touched him after and her hand on his c**k.

     "f**k," he mumbled, then quickly realized he'd said it out loud. "I should go," he muttered under his breath.

     "Leaving so soon, Mr. West?"

     God, her voice, that sultry, deep voice; he could listen to her talk for hours. He found the courage to raise his head and look at her then, noticing the expression on her face and the almost predatory way she was regarding him. It made him blush again, though he didn't really understand why. She moved her eyes over him as if she was appraising a piece of merchandise. Was that all she thought he was? Did she just think of him as a man to play with? Wasn't that the whole point?

     "I'm screwing this all up. I don't know what came over me back there," Orion sighed, reaching for his beer.

     "I know what came over you, Mr. West."

     Again, that damn voice of hers! What the hell did she want from him? She'd more or less made him feel like a complete fool and now she was baiting him, playing with him. Orion shifted on the sofa, attempting to put a little distance between himself and Jordan but she quickly followed him, leaning closer, so close he could feel her breath, hot against his neck. Her mouth was only inches from his ear when she spoke again and it sent shivers up and down his spine.

     "I thought perhaps you were indicating that you might want to play again."

     Orion swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He let out a breath and bit down on his lower lip. His groin was on fire, his c**k beginning to fill, straining uncomfortably against the crotch of his jeans. He shifted again, tugging at the knee of his jeans to give it more room. She didn't fail to notice and one corner of her mouth turned up knowingly.

     "Do you want to play, Orion?"

     He panted, he couldn't help it and he couldn't stop it. His mind began to whirl, images, memories of what she'd done to him, and how it had felt swirling in his head. He clenched the edge of the sofa and fought with the conflicting emotions warring inside him. Could he go through with it again? Why did this woman make him so weak? Why did he want her to? He jumped when he felt her hand close down on his neck beneath his hair. She began to softly stroke her fingers against his skin, lightly, teasingly.

     "Yes or no, Mr. West," she purred, again, electricity crackling up and down his spine.

     "I… um… yes, yes, ma'am," he stammered.

     "Good, let's begin. Follow me; keep your head up, eyes down, hands clasped behind your back. Up, boy, move that fine ass!" she snapped.

     Orion leaped to his feet, feeling adrenaline spiking all over his body and thankful to have something to do, orders to follow. It was so much easier than having to sit there, helpless beneath her smoldering gaze and un-nerving questions; though he knew it was the epitome of jumping out of the frying pan and right into the fire. But sometimes it's not so very bad to be burned. Orion knew it all too well. He was literally on fire as he followed her, taking in the view of her hips swaying in front of him as she walked across the room and unlocked a door on the far wall.

     He wasn't really surprised that she had a playroom at her apartment. Why should he be? After all, she was a dominatrix, wasn't she? Orion followed her inside and stood quietly as she closed and locked the door behind them. When she reached out and stroked her fingers down the side of his face, he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. She traced his lips with just the tip of one finger as if memorizing their texture and shape. He resisted the urge to lick her finger, knowing that would most likely get him punished. But would that be a bad thing?

     "Take off your t-shirt, Mr. West," she ordered in that husky voice that made his skin crawl in a good way.

     Orion reached for the band of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head, moving slowly. He didn't fail to notice when she took a deep breath as he did so; smelling his cologne, no doubt. He was glad that she seemed to like it. He quickly put his hands behind his back when he was done and resumed the position, feeling more exposed than before but at least he wasn't naked.

     She stepped closer and smoothed her hand up over his stomach, pausing to slide her thumb and index finger around one of his n*****s. He sucked in a sharp gasp when she began to grind it between her nails very slowly. He bit the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth against the pain. It was rich and full and brilliantly agonizing. His eyes shot open when she gave the other n****e the same treatment. Both at once like that was exquisite and he nearly lost his footing.

     "Christ!" he gasped, his head falling back as he struggled to stay upright.

     "Good, Mr. West? Do you like it?"

     "It hurts like hell!" he hissed between clenched teeth.

     "That's not what I asked you, boy. I know it hurts like hell, that's the whole Godamn point! Now answer me, is it good?"

     "Oh yeah, yes, it's good, ma'am!"

     "Now that's better, pet. I want my questions answered promptly from now on." She released his throbbing n*****s and slid her hands down his chest, tickling slightly as she went. He dared not look her in the eye but he could feel her watching him, gauging his reactions. It was intoxicating.

     She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his jeans, tugging on the belt and pulling him across the floor. He followed like an obedient little boy, both loving and loathing the sense of emasculation. She led him across the room toward the Saint Andrew's cross bolted to the wall. When she stopped in front of it, he felt the adrenaline surge in his veins once more. Was she really going to put him on it? Was he actually going to let her?

     "Safe-word, boy, what is it? Do you remember?"

     "Yellow, Mistress," he answered.

     "Good, boy! I'm pleased that you remember. Shoes and socks off, now!"

     Orion bent to untie his laces, then toed off his sneakers and tugged his socks off, stuffing them into his shoes and setting them aside. He stood up stiffly, sliding his hands naturally behind his back as he waited for her to tell him what to do next. She placed her hands on his biceps, turning him to face the cross but she didn't push him up to it. Anticipation flowed over him as he began to imagine what she had planned for him. When she walked away and left him standing in front of the cross, he had to fight the natural urge of curiosity that made him want to turn his head and watch her.

     He could hear her open one of the armoires, the sound of her rummaging through it, then the soft pad of her feet as she returned to him. When the blindfold slid down over his eyes, it was both a comfort and a relief. It was somehow easier for him when she rendered him blind. At least he couldn't anticipate. He had no choice but to give in and let her have her way. He made no move to resist her when she took one of his wrists, closing her small hand around it and lifting it. He let her move it into position on the cross and didn't struggle as she strapped it in place. She did the same with the other arm. He tugged at the cuffs to test their give, knowing full well that he was stuck but good. She pressed against the back of his head and he felt his forehead touch the wood.

     "If you need to, Orion, you can lean against the cross like this. Sometimes it helps," she said, her hand sliding down his naked, back.

     Goosebumps broke out all over his skin and he sucked in a breath. His c**k was so full it ached. His balls were pulled up tight and he literally felt as if all the blood in his body had pooled in his groin. He made to shift about but stopped still when he felt her hands working the buckle of his belt. Anxiety spiked again. He didn't want to be completely naked. He'd figured she might use a flogger on his back, stripe him up maybe before she moved on but apparently she had other plans. Safe-word, he could always do it… f**k no he couldn't!

     "Orion, relax. You're ok, I have you."

     He made a visible effort to do so as her hands smoothed over his back for a moment before returning to his belt. The soft clicks of the metal buckle as she unfastened it were the only sounds in the room. He held his breath when she tugged the belt free of the loops in his jeans and tossed it several feet away. At least she wasn't going to hit him with it. Her strong hands began a meandering massage around his waist, fingers dipping just below the loose waistband of his jeans. His breathing hitched and he shifted his feet, resting his forehead back against the hardwood.

     "Listen to your body, Orion. You want this or you wouldn't have dropped to your knees in the other room. You've been thinking about it ever since you left the club, haven't you, boy?"

     "Yeah…yes, I have been, Mistress."

     "Good, I like that, to know that it's been on your mind. Did you wonder what it would be like to play again, be my boy?"

     "Yes, I want… God, I don't know what the f**k I want!" Orion admitted, banging his forehead against the cross.

     Jordan reached up and tangled her fingers in the back of his hair, stilling his motions. She kept her hand tight, not quite pulling but holding him in place. The other hand slid around to the front of his jeans and popped open the button, lowering the fly and shoving the fabric aside. Orion gave a kind of keening moan of both resignation and arousal when her hand slipped inside and she palmed him through the damp cotton of his boxer briefs.

     "f**k!" he hissed.

     "No chance in hell, Mr. West. I don't f**k my submissives. Is that what you thought would happen?"

     "With all due respect, Ma'am, you f****d me the last time we played." Orion knew he was trying his luck with that little quip.

     "I used a toy on you, boy. You know it's not the same! I don't appreciate pertness from my pets!"

     The hand in his hair tightened to the point of pain and he swallowed again, his mouth still painfully dry due to the gasping breaths he kept taking. She pulled his head back and he felt her warm breath against his neck, the press of her breasts against his rib cage as she leaned against him. His body's natural urge was to turn toward her, wanting to feel as much of that soft, silky skin as he could, the warmth, her woman's body. The man in him wanted to cover, possess, take, and claim. She had other plans.

     "You are my toy, Orion West. I will play you as I see fit!" Her breath was hot against his ear. The room was hot, his skin was hot and his groin was ablaze.

     She moved away from him for a moment, and then he felt his jeans being pulled down in slow, jerky movements, her hands sliding up and down his calves, urging him to lift his feet as she stripped the jeans off and threw them away as well. He was standing, cuffed by his outstretched wrists to a cross in his boxer briefs. He was certain she could see his c**k at full mast and the wet spot on the front of his underwear. If she did see it, she made no mention, at least not verbally.

     He nearly shot when her hand closed around him, rubbing at the steel, hard flesh through the soft cotton. He bit down on his bottom lip so hard he tasted blood. His hips began to move and he knew it was bad but he couldn't stop it, his natural inclination to thrust into her hand. To his surprise, she allowed it for a few precious moments before she took her hand away and left him groaning in frustration.

     "Oh, such an eager pet! Did you really think I would make it that easy for you, boy?"

     Orion shook his head no, his hair falling over the blindfold and she found the sight enduring. He was sweating; shaking, struggling but he hadn't reached it yet, the moment of surrender. She wanted to keep him writhing for a moment before she let him fly. He listened to her measured steps as she circled him. She could see his head turning slightly as if to follow the sound of her bare feet on the hardwood. He was probably not even aware he was doing it. She smiled to herself, loving the way she had him like this, her captive, under her control to use as she wanted. But did she want this?

     Jordan stopped walking and stood stock-still. She hesitated a moment, unsure what it was she wanted to do with Orion. She'd planned to flog him, decorate that pretty back of his, then strip away his boxers and stripe that perfect ass. Maybe she'd jerk him off after or maybe not. She could send him home with orders not to touch his c**k but would he listen? Did she even want him to listen? Jordan was wavering in her resolve. She swept her eyes over him, such a perfect body, so unlike her older men. He was beautiful in a way that they simply weren't.

     She knew she wanted him. She wanted him in a way that she'd never wanted the others. She wanted him naked, in her bed, rolling in the sheets with her. No blindfolds, no cuffs, no restraints, no whips, chains, or floggers. She wanted his hands, his fingers, his mouth, his c**k. She wanted his body, his heart, and his soul. She wanted to own him but she wanted him to want it like that. She could order him to f**k her but it wasn't the same. This was insane. She'd never lost control like this, not since Shane. She'd never let a man possess her that way, never surrendered to a man's touch…

     Control, she needed to get her control back. She took a deep breath and reached for the flogger. Refuge in the familiar, that's what she needed. She gave him no warning before she brought it down between his massive shoulders. He jumped and gave a startled gasp but the hit hadn't been hard enough to do more than sting a bit. She moved the tails of the flogger over his back, brushing lightly, then swung again, enjoying the feel of power, of dominance she had. It was right, that other feeling… weakness, desire, want… that was wrong. He wanted to play, nothing more. Or did he?

     For the first time in years, Jordan had to struggle to keep her hand steady. She had a reputation for being a perfectionist. It wouldn't do to let that slide now. Orion was too important. He was a baby in this and she needed to guide him, show him that it was a good thing to surrender, to submit. That's what he needed, wasn't it? As she brought up the strength and speed of her arm, his head slipped back, his pretty, full mouth slightly open. She moved as close to him as she could get and hit harder, watching the bright red color bloom over his caramel skin.

     "Feel good, boy?" she asked, working to keep her cadence just right. The voice was just as important a tool as the flogger in her hand and she knew that all too well.

     "It stings… I…"

     Orion didn't finish he couldn't form an articulate answer. The pain was blotting out everything and he couldn't surrender to it. He knew it was what she wanted, for him to give in but he couldn't find enjoyment in it. It went against everything in his fiber to like it. He tugged at the wrist cuffs and began to struggle. She slowed the flogger and lightened the blows.

     "Orion, talk to me, pet. Tell me what you're feeling."

     "I don't like it, Mistress. It hurts!" he spat, still tugging at the cuffs.

     Jordan stilled the motions and let the flogger fall to the floor. Had she grossly misjudged him? Wasn't he hard as a rock only moments before? Why the hell had he offered to surrender in the first place? Was he really that ignorant to it all? She moved behind him and leaned against the hot, glowing skin of his back. He hissed in pain then went still. She snaked her hands around his waist and stroked down over the front of his boxers. Her heart skipped a beat. He was soft, not in the least bit aroused. What the f**k had gone wrong.

     "Orion?" she whispered his name against the red stripes on his back, questioning not only him but herself at the same time.

     "Let me the f**k out of the damn cuffs!"

     Jordan felt the blood drain out of her body. She stepped back and moved to the side, her hands shaking as she loosened the cuffs one at a time. When he was free, he reached up and yanked the blindfold off and threw it on the floor. She wanted to comfort him but he didn't seem to desire it. For the first time in many years, Jordan was scared. He was big, strong, could easily over-power her. She took a hesitant step back from him; another first from her and poised herself for possible danger. When he did finally look at her, it was all she could do to meet his eyes.

     He glared at her through those long bangs, his dark, deep-set eyes giving him a naturally sinister and sultry appearance. He was anything but pleased. She knew how to handle these situations, submissives that had a "come apart" as she called it. He looked as if he was about to go postal and she needed to get this under control before that happened. She was in a locked room with a man who was on the cusp of volatile.

     "What the hell is it about you?" he nearly shouted. "Why do you feel the need to beat the s**t out of men? Did some guy f**k you up bad or something?" he took a step toward her and she backed up again.

     "Orion, calm down. You said you wanted to play. This is a playroom and in this room, you obey my rules. That's how it's done. If you didn't want this, then why did you come in here? Why did you kneel and call me Mistress? Surely you understand at least that much of it, don't you? You have your safe-word, why didn't you use it?"

     He took yet another step, advancing on her, then stopped and looked down at the floor. She watched as the fight drained out of him and his shoulders slumped. He ran a hand nervously through his hair and sighed, then looked away from her toward the room's only window though it was up too high to be seen out of.

     Jordan wanted to getaway. She wanted to crawl into bed, pull the covers over her head and cry, fly apart but she didn't. She was a domme and that meant remaining in control for her submissive even if he wasn't. She steadied her nerves and was about to move toward him when he turned, backed up against the wall and slid down it, slouching on the floor. He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, then lowered his head.

     "Orion, talk to me. What went wrong with the scene? Was it the pain, the flogger, being bound like that? I thought it was relatively mild compared to what happened at the club."

     Orion's head shot up, his face in a scowl. He looked so menacing that Jordan took a step back and almost tripped over her feet.

     "I had no choice about that! You would have prosecuted me!" he shouted.

     "Orion, I would not have done it. I just wanted to show you that there are consequences to your actions. Clearly you got in over your head here and you aren't ready for this. I believed you were and that was my miss-step. I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you."

     "Then answer my question. Why do you like to hurt men?" he persisted.

     "Because…" she hesitated, then cleared her throat and went on. "Because I need to be in control and the only way I can be in control is to be this way. I need it."

     "Why?"

     Jordan held her breath. He stood up and quickly closed the distance between them, towering over her. She held her ground and looked up defiantly at him. "I don't have to tell you why!" she replied, jerking her chin at him. "In this room, I call the shots!"

     "Fine, have it your way." Orion turned away and bent down to pick up his jeans.

     Jordan felt the fury burn through her. Godamn him if he thought he was just going to run out on her in the middle of a f*****g scene. She stomped across the room and yanked the jeans out of his hand and threw them, then drew back and slapped his face so hard her hand stung.

     "Who the hell do you think you are, Orion West? You come up here, throw yourself down on the floor and ask for it, then freak the hell out over a little flogging, all after the scene we did together in the club? I can't f*****g believe this s**t!" Jordan was beside herself and shocked that she'd struck him.

     Orion recoiled, reaching up to touch the side of his face, and then he snapped. He just snapped. He grabbed Jordan by the arms and shoved her back against the wall, pinning her to it. She looked up at him, shock on her face, her body trembling. It was too much for the man in him to take. He'd pushed the envelope and now there was no turning back. His limp c**k was wide awake now, it surged with his anger. So strange how the male body seemed to come alive with arousal anytime rage was stirred.

     She struggled in his tight grasp but he wasn't letting up or letting go. "Stop it and listen to me!" he shouted. "You think this is what you need but I can't do it. You want your men to crawl on the ground for you but Orion West crawls for no one, not even you Jordan Harley!"

     He shoved himself away from her and gathered up his clothes. She watched, numb and paralyzed as the old memories, the ones she tried to bury began to resurface again, Shane, always him, the way he'd hurt her, tried to control her…

     "Orion, wait, please…"

      He stopped and stood still, holding his jeans and t-shirt. When she moved up behind him, he stiffened. She closed her eyes and groped blindly in the darkness of her scattered mind for the cloak of control. She waited a few seconds for it to take over, and then she reached out and put her hands on his waist. He dropped the clothes and relaxed a little, though not completely.

     "Is that what you want from me? For me to break for you?" he turned to face her, then moved slowly, dropping into a kneel again, putting his hands behind his back and tipping his head up to look at her though he knew he was supposed to keep his eyes down. It didn't matter. He needed to see her face, needed her to see him… see what she was doing to him.

     Jordan reached out and put both hands on the sides of his face, feeling the stubble on his jaw, tracing the outline of it. He was on his knees for her. He was doing it even though he didn't want to. What did this mean? She could see the conflict in his dark eyes. He didn't want it like this. She felt something break inside her and she couldn't control the trembling in her hands.

     "Orion… I…"

     He was motionless, his eyes locked onto hers. She could see it, the moment when he gave way. He would do it if that was what it took. They'd come too far. She had already crossed boundaries that she swore she never would. He licked his lips and swallowed then spoke.

     "Tell me what you want me to do," he begged.

     She felt her legs giving out and she sank down to his level, her hands still holding his face, still keeping that contact. She took a ragged breath and held it, then slowly released it. God, why now, why now?

     "Tell me?" he pleaded again.

     Jordan leaned up and brushed her lips against his, feeling the current between them spike. His hands came from behind his back and he wrapped her in his strong arms. She panicked, but only for a moment. He stood, lifting them both and she allowed it, then it happened and nothing could stop it. The wall broke, the resolve faded. She gave up the fight.

     "Tell me what you want Jordan!" he insisted, his hands moving up and down her back. His mouth ghosting over her lips, the hint of urgency, the swell of his c**k against her belly. "Tell me!"

     "You, I want you, Orion! Your hands, your mouth, your body, your c**k… I want you!" The words were spoken. There would be no turning back.