Sam rushed to do his bidding, and Abby became aware that Jack was rigid with tension. She hesitantly looked up, and his jaw was tightly clenched. It didn’t take much to figure out that he was angry, and Abby didn’t fool herself about what had gotten him to that state.
“I’m sorry.” She had lied to him. She had the best reasons for it, but she had lied, and he wouldn’t take it well. She had forced him into a position where he was afraid and worried. He had given her two rules—submission in the bedroom and she wasn’t to try to face anything alone. She had broken the more important of the two rules.
Jack took a step back and sat down in the big arm chair that dominated the living room. Sam rushed back in and pressed the scotch into his hand. Jack took a long drink. Abby could tell he was trying to get his temper under control before he dealt with her.
“Fix him,” Sam said under his breath as he handed Abby her glass.
Abby put it down without a single sip. If she’d broken one rule, she should really follow the other one. Without another thought, she tossed off her clothes. She noticed Jack watching her through hooded eyes. She pushed her jeans and panties off, and when she was naked, she walked to Jack and fell to her knees beside his chair. She sat with her head submissively down, waiting for him. She would stay there all night if that’s what it took. Less than a minute after she’d assumed the position, Jack’s hand was curling in her hair, pulling her head into his lap. She wrapped her arms lovingly around his leg and sighed as he stroked her hair. He calmly began talking to Sam.
They spoke of completely innocuous things. Jack talked about the work on the fence and cows that were close to calving. Sam seemed to know what Jack needed, and he stayed away from anything that might remind him of what Abby had put him through. Abby sat quietly, letting Jack stroke her, hoping it brought him some peace. After a long while, Benita walked in and announced that it was time for dinner. If she was shocked at Abigail’s state of undress, she didn’t show it. She announced that roast chicken, potatoes au gratin, and sautéed green beans would be served.
Jack stood up and reached down to help Abby to her feet. Abby wanted to throw her clothes on, but sensed this was a turning point. She was either in or she was out. Jack might have been willing to slowly introduce her to the lifestyle he wanted, but she had pushed him. He had shoved every bit of his pride aside to keep them together, and now she could shove aside something as ridiculous and useless as shame.
Without a word of protest, she took his hand and allowed him to lead her into the dining room. He sat her in the chair next to him, and they shared a quiet meal. Jack seemed to relax when he realized she was accepting the situation. After dessert was served, Jack politely dismissed the housekeeper, thanking her for her work. When the door closed behind her, Jack held his hand out and gestured for Abby to come to his lap. Abby sat and put her arms around his neck. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the hard line of his jaw.
“You realize all this sweet submission is not going to save you,” Jack said, speaking to her for the first time in an hour.
“I don’t want to be saved from you.” Abby knew that she was going to get the spanking of a lifetime, and she wasn’t afraid of it. Jack would need it after what he’d been through.
Jack’s green eyes were filled with challenge. “You’ll allow Sam to tie you down?”
“Yes,” Abby replied.
“You’ll accept my discipline?”
“Yes, Jack.” She gnawed a little at her bottom lip, “Though, if it’s going to be as bad as I suspect, I might need a gag to stay quiet.”
Jack nodded. “When we enter that room, you will speak when spoken to. You will do exactly as I say. I am the master in that room, do you understand?”
Abby nodded and didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was already getting wet.
Jack looked at his partner. “Sam, I realize that up to this point I have been willing to share power.”
Sam’s eyes turned wary, and he frowned. “I understand. You want her to yourself tonight. I can handle that.”
Jack sighed. “Neither one of you lets me get a complete thought out. I wasn’t throwing you out, Samuel. I was changing the rules on you. When we’ve used the playroom before, we shared power over our lover. I was willing to do that because, quite frankly, I didn’t care enough about those women to take full responsibility for them. Now, I am willing to take that responsibility for both of you.”
Sam’s entire body tensed, and Abby sensed Sam’s expectation. “What do you mean, Jack?”
Jack’s smile was slow and sensual. “I mean I know what you need, Sam. Hell, you’re even more submissive than Abigail is. You want discipline. I’m now willing to give it to you. I don’t know how far I’ll go or what I’ll be comfortable with, but I’m willing to explore it.”
Sam looked almost shy, and Abby knew he had waited for this for a very long time. “It doesn’t have to change, Jack. I’m not asking anything of you.”
“I know. Somehow, with Abigail here, it all seems a bit more possible, if you understand.” Jack left his reflective mood, and Abby knew he was ready to move on. “The rules apply to you, too, Sam. I am master in that room. You will obey me. You will not question me or refuse me. If I request something of you that you are not willing to give me, your safe word is ‘red’. You will say your safe word, and everything stops. Is that understood?”
Sam smiled slowly. “Yes, Jack.”
“Excellent.” Jack kissed her on the cheek. “You can start by taking her and preparing her. I want her bathed, bound, and ready for my pleasure.”
Sam eagerly got up, and in a second, she was in his arms.
Jack looked at the clock. “You have half an hour. And, Samuel, she is not allowed to come, do you understand?”
“Yes,” Sam replied. “You don’t want me to play with her or anything.”
Jack laughed. “I didn’t say that. Play with her all you like. Get her soaking wet, my brother. Just don’t let her come.”
“I think I can handle that.” Sam looked down at Abby with anticipation.
Suddenly, Abby realized a spanking would probably be the least of her torture.
Chapter Twelve
It didn’t take Abby long to realize Jack wasn’t the only one she’d hurt. Sam was distant. He’d been like this since they’d left the dining room. He’d smiled at Jack, but the minute they were away from him, Sam had turned into a robot. He had mechanically washed her in the shower and brushed out her hair after drying her off. He’d said not more than one or two words to her, and those had been orders.
Sam had taken her into the playroom from the master bath. She thought the door went to a closet, but had been surprised when Sam opened it and turned on the lights. Two of the walls were lined with floor to ceiling mirrors. There was what looked like an examination table from a doctor’s office, complete with stirrups, and several places in the walls and the ceiling where a submissive could be bound.
Abby’s first thought on entering the playroom was that it was remarkably clean and cozy for a dungeon. She couldn’t hold in her second thought. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a whipping bench.” Sam touched the device lightly. “Your chest goes here.” There was a padded board in the middle that formed the center of the bench. It looked like it would run from her head to just above her pelvis. It was tilted slightly at a downward angle so her head would be lower than her ass. She was sure it put her in the perfect position to receive Jack’s discipline. It didn’t take Sam to tell her that the four smaller padded boards were for her arms and legs. These boards were equipped with restraints that Sam would use to bind her down. She would be completely vulnerable.