Page 24 of Blinded
Sandra was spared an answer as the waiter brought their food. GT wanted to stab the bastard with his fork when he lingered longer than necessary and smiled a bit too brightly at his woman, because even if Sandra didn’t want to admit it, she was his.
Sandra had been strangely quiet and tense tonight, he mused. GT walked around the bound jujun'na hanging from the frame attached to the ceiling in the largest room upstairs at the club. He had taken her there because it was more intimate than playing in the central area, and it held some fond memories since this was the first place they had played together.
Deep lines marred her forehead, and her mouth was pinched. He wasn’t getting through to her at all. It was like every time he seemed to take one step forward, she forced him two steps back — time to ramp things up a bit. GT fondled her bare breast and she squirmed in her bonds, but it wasn’t in pleasure. He pulled back and studied her face and hands. Eyes squeezed tightly closed and her hands balled into fists. She gave off vibes of massive discomfort and fear rather than relaxation and pleasure. What the fuck? He wanted to scream in frustration.
GT signaled Jim, who was standing by as DM, and his friend hurried over and asked, “What’s the problem?”
“Hell if I know, but look at her.”
Jim cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. “Let’s get her down and talking. This isn’t looking good.
“Agreed.” GT didn’t waste time untying her, instead he used his sharp knife to cut the asanawa while Jim steadied Sandra’s body.
“Need help prying her open, GT?”
He considered the offer. “I could do with some help. Sandra is holding something back, and I haven’t had any luck discovering what it is.”
While Jim pulled away the remaining ropes, GT took the weight of Sandra’s stiff body in his arms and carried her over to the throne-like chair in the corner of the room. As he settled Sandra in his lap, GT noticed the expression on Jim’s face – eyebrows drawn together and a determined set to his mouth. Like every Dom GT knew, Jim didn’t like secrets or to see a woman hurting. Maybe it bothered Jim even more, because of his job as a police officer. His professional experience might also be a bonus now. If anyone should be able to spot a lie, it would be Jim.
“You comfort, and I’ll interrogate?” his friend suggested in a grave tone.
“Works for me.”
“Sandra,” the command oozed from Jim’s voice, and Sandra shook her head and tried to burrow deeper into GT’s shirt. She clung to him.
“Hana, talk to us. Please, tell us what’s wrong.” Warm wetness against his chest betrayed her tears. What the fuck?
“Sweetheart,” Jim kneeled in front of them and touched her leg. “Do you trust GT?”
A tension GT didn’t know he held left his body when Sandra moved her head up and down against him, and he held every muscle motionless as he let the relief sink in.
“Do you trust me?” Jim continued.
Sandra lifted her head, brave little jujun'na, and whispered, “Yes.”
“Good girl.” Sandra’s muscles relaxed as her submissive mind responded to the praise.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Jim pressed on. “No, don’t close your eyes. Talk to us.”
Sandra answered in a hoarse voice. “Yes, Sir.” She swallowed hard, and GT could tell the exact moment she gathered her resolve as her spine straightened against his chest. “I had a bad experience with a client today. He … he …” She swept her arm over her eyes in an impatient gesture. “The bastard groped my breast and suggested I ‘massage’ the stiffness from his dick.”
GT’s jaw started to ache as he ground his teeth and forced himself to keep a gentle hold on his jujun'na.
“What happened next?” Jim’s voice was deceptively quiet, but GT could see his friend was seething with anger.
“I removed his hand from my breast and told him to call a hooker before he looked for another PT and left.”
“Good for you,” Jim said. “I know you don’t take shit from anyone. Not even a Dom you’re physically torturing. ” Jim chuckled, and Sandra relaxed more against GT. “I was completely flabbergasted when you lectured me after I busted my leg in that drug raid. I remember how stern you can be, little subbie.”
“Only when I need to be, Sir.”
Jim chuckled again and patted her knee. GT felt a surge of possessiveness and attributed it to lingering anger. Even if Jim’s touch was for comfort and held no sexual intent or even innuendo, he hated to see another man’s hand on her body. He tightened his hold on her, and Sandra tipped her head to stare in his face. Any residual anger faded at the look on her face. Next, she took his breath away by whispering, “Please take me home with you, Sir.”
She couldn’t remember when and how she got dressed or the trip to GT’s house, but now she was sitting in his sunroom with a lovely Pinot Noir in a crystal glass with a long stem.
“Nervous?” GT watched her with a cocked head, and she tried to imagine what he saw. She took stock of her body – her legs pulled up beside her and twirling the glass between restless fingers.
Sandra agreed, “Yes, I am.” She hurried to continue, “But I’m not sorry I came, GT.” She looked him straight in the eyes.
