West Bound For Jordon

A Scene Out of Control

     Jordan knelt on the wood floor, speechless, adrenaline racing through her veins. Had she just said aloud what she thought she had? Had she just told Orion that she wanted him? She hesitated a split second before she raised her eyes to his. His face was curiously void of expression, his dark eyes locked to hers. She was completely unable to fathom what was going through his mind. He was utterly unreadable to her.

     Orion shifted his weight a bit and reached for her again, wrapping her even tighter in his big arms. She could feel every square inch of her body trembling as she struggled to regain some sense of composure. Old fears of confinement were surging to the surface. He was bigger, so much bigger and impossibly strong. There was no way in hell that she'd ever get away from him.

     "Jordan, I think maybe we just need to slow the f**k down for a minute. I'm not sure exactly what it is that I want and I'm getting the distinct impression that you're not really sure either. Am I close to the mark here?" Orion brushed Jordan's hair back from her face.

     "Um, yeah, I… look, I'm sorry, the scene got away from me. Your reactions are so hard for me to read. I'm not used to playing with someone so much younger than me and honestly… Orion, you do things to me…" She was once again astounded that she'd admitted it to him.

     "Believe me woman, I understand!" he laughed, attempting to lighten the mood. "For the last few weeks, I've thought of nothing but you and what happened between us at the club. I know that was punishment but this… well, this is sure as hell something else. I just don't think either of us was really ready for things to take off so hot. I need to be honest too; I was blown away by all the S&M stuff. I didn't have any experience in it. It's all new to me."

     "I shouldn't have pushed you the way I did. I guess underneath, I just wanted to have the chance to get my hands on you, Orion," Jordan admitted with a sigh.

     "Jeez," Orion snorted, laughing. "Lowell told me the same thing!"

     "Lowell told you that he wanted to get his hands on you?" Jordan gasped.

     "Yep, but don't be too hard on him. He didn't want me to tell you that."

     Jordan pushed back from Orion, untangling herself from his arms. Her confidence level rose slightly as she put a safe arm's-length distance between the two of them. "Listen, why don't we just take a break from this? I really need a drink and I need some time to think. I want you to think about it to. I've told you what I need. It has to be that way if you want anything with me. I can't help it, Orion. It's just how I do things."

     "But you said… you told me that you wanted me. Have you changed your mind about that?" he asked, dark eyes glued to her, watching her for a non-verbal reaction.

     "No, I haven't changed my mind at all." Jordan stood up and pushed her hair back. She leaned down and picked up the flogger where she'd dropped and ran her fingers through the tails. "I still want you. I want you badly enough to do something really stupid that both of us will undoubtedly regret. Look, I meant what I said. I must have the control. I can't function without it. You need to decide if that's something you can live with. If it is, you can let me know and we'll try this again. But if it isn't…"

     Orion got to his feet and walked over to pick up his belt. He slipped it through the loops of his jeans, then turned to her and sighed, his hands resting on his hips. Jordan's eyes slipped to that view and took it in as he began speaking. "I suppose I should probably go. You have my number and I have yours still on my phone. I'll think about all this and I'll let you know what I decide. I need to do some research and learn more about the lifestyle."

     "If you want to learn more about the lifestyle, why don't you be my guest tomorrow night at the club? I promise you, I won't expect anything. Just dress to impress and tell the valet your meeting me again. No rules, no expectations, you can sit with me at the bar and watch a few scenes, ask questions. I mean if it's something that you'd like to do."

     "Ok, sounds good, no pressure, right? I'm not going to find myself at the end of your flogger chained to the ceiling?" Orion stepped closer and Jordan could feel the heat from his body.

     "Yeah, no pressure," she answered, here eyes level with his impressive chest, wishing he'd put on his t-shirt so she wouldn't be as distracted as she was. "I won't push you to play. Just watch and learn."

     "So, what time should I meet you there?" He asked.

     "How about eight pm or so, that sound good to you?" she asked, looking up into his dark eyes.

     "Yeah."

     They both stood motionless, neither one knowing how to separate, neither one really wanting to do so. Finally, Jordan broke the silence. "I'll see you out, Mr. West," she offered, taking his elbow and tugging him toward the door of the playroom.

#

     Orion leaned against the wall of the elevator and took one slow, deep breath after another. His mind was reeling from the disastrous scene he'd just participated in. He couldn't decide where things had gone so wrong or why he'd panicked. Somehow, knowing he could stop it if he wanted to had made it so much different from that night at the club. When she'd been punishing him, he'd known he had to endure it or face prosecution but this, today, it was different.

     "f**k!" he hissed, banging his head against the metal wall. He knew the ball was entirely in his court now. She'd made it clear that he would have to be the one to make the decision. Orion knew he wanted Jordan as much as she wanted him. He would have to decide if the man in him could bow down and submit the way she needed. He would have to decide if that was something he could accept, something he could do.

#

     Jordan lay in the center of her bed, her hands tied to the metal frame of the headboard, her long, bleach blonde hair in pony tails on top of her head. She wore a little, school-girl skirt and her white, button-up blouse was open down the front, exposing her breasts. He stood over her with the cat o nine tails, flicking it against the palm of his hand. She bit down on the ball gag, watching as he circled her.

     "You've been a really bad girl, Jordan… a bad, little girl and daddy's gonna have to punish you."

     She watched him as he slipped his shirt over his head and climbed onto the bed, straddling her thighs. He reached out and stroked his big hand down the side of her face, then pinched her nose closed. With the ball gag in her mouth, she couldn't draw a breath and began to struggle, her eyes wide, pleading with him. He laughed.

     "That's it, little pet, you'll learn one way or the other. You'll learn. He stood up, still holding her nose tightly and began to strike her breasts with the cat. She had no breath with which to scream and began struggling earnestly, attempting to throw her head one way or the other. She was dizzy, felt close to blacking out. Then he released her nose and let her breathe. Always like that… just when she was about to fall into the darkness, he'd relent and torture her some more.

     "Daddy's little kitten, tell daddy how much you love him."

     He pulled the gag from her mouth and pushed the tips of his fingers inside, forcing them far back in her mouth and gagging her. "Tell daddy, kitten, and let me hear you."

     "I love you, daddy," she stammered around his fingers and he smiled at her. Warmth flooded her body. When Shane was happy, she was happy. She'd let him have everything, given him everything. There was no Jordan anymore, there was only him, her "Daddy" and she, his little "kitten".

     "Daddy's so proud of you, baby girl. Let me thank you for being such a good kitten." He climbed up further on the bed and opened the front of his jeans, pulling his c**k from his pants. "Open up kitten."

     He stroked himself, slapping the side of her face with it and pushing it against her mouth. "Take it, baby girl. Show me how much you love me. Take it all."

     Jordan gasped for breath as he shoved it hard against her lips, bruising them and gagging her again. She tried to breathe around it but he was so big. His fingers clamped down on her nose again and she struggled, almost biting him. He laughed, ignoring her panic, ignoring her desperation. She was falling, darkness surrounding her. Shane was the devil and she was falling into hell, her own personal hell.

#

     She woke from the dream, sweat pouring from her body, the sheets tangled up around her. Jordan reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on with a shaking hand. She scooted to the side of the bed and sat with her head in her hands. Was that how Orion felt when she scened with him? Was it that fear that she'd once felt that had driven him to stop her? Jordan felt a tear slip from the corner of her eye and the lump in her throat was a constant reminder that the old emotion Shane and his memory caused her, was always just beneath the surface.

     Jordan brushed the tear away and got up, padding across the hardwood floor to the playroom. She unlocked it and stepped inside, closing herself within her sanctuary and shutting out the world. She was safe there. The moonlight glinted over the shiny metal surfaces. She stood in front of the cross where she'd had him bound, Orion West. She could almost still smell his cologne.

     "Please come to the club," she whispered to the empty room. "Please be the answer I've been looking for all this time. Let him be the one, God, please let him be the one…"