Tiffany Reisz

It's Not Erotica Until Someone Gets Hurt

Daniel Part Two - Chapter Five

Chapter Five - A Slap In the Face This chapter is dedicated to the exquisite Jenn LeBlanc who helped me this past week with a project of mine. Buy her book The Rake and The Recluse, an illustrated romance here. Follow her on Twitter @jkleblanc

“Oh, God…Eleanor?”

Daniel could barely breathe from the shock. Eleanor…naked…kneeling on his bed…grinning at him like she knew a secret she wanted to tell him…

“Nope, just me. God’s some other guy. And He doesn’t put out.”

Daniel took nearly ten whole seconds to process Eleanor’s words and another ten seconds to process her existence.

But it only took one second to get to her. He slid across the bed and took her in his arms, holding her so tightly to him she feigned choking.

“Missed you too,” she said when he pulled back to stare at her face. “What’s up? I mean, other than the obvious.”

“You…what are you doing here?”

“You sent me a postcard from Tierra del Fuego. Least I could do is stop in and say ‘hi.’”

Daniel took her face in his hands. Her eyes shone black as night and her body molded into his.

“Hi,” he said and took ownership of her mouth with a kiss so ferocious he knew her lips would be swollen for a day from it. And he didn’t care. If this is how she returned the favor of a single postcard…he wished he’d sent her a thousand of them.

His hands roamed her body, sliding down her back, grasping her bottom, digging deep into her soft skin. The kiss she returned with equal ferocity as she reached between their bodies to open his pants.

“Are you sure?” he asked and wished he hadn’t. If she said she wasn’t sure, he didn’t know if he could stop.

“Hello, naked here. Did you think I stopped by for some Blackjack?”

“The game is Poker.”

Eleanor laughed and her laugh filled the room, the apartment, the building, the whole city, and even his heart that for so long had sat empty.

Weaving his fingers through her hair, he kissed her again. And again. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth, of the taste of her lips, the tease of her tongue against his.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said into her ear and while there bit her earlobe.

“I heard you laugh on the stairs. I didn’t know you were in town. Kingsley didn’t want to tell me.”

“What did you do? How did you know I was here?”

Eleanor laughed again, low and throaty and vaguely sinister.

“I beat it out of him. He kind of liked it.”

“He would. But what about-” Her owner, he tried to say but she cut him off.

“Are you going to keep giving me the third degree, Sir? Or are you going to beat me and fuck me like your life depended on it?”

Breathing in, he inhaled her scent—lilies, orchids—the subtle essence of every hothouse flower he could name graced her skin. She’d always seemed like a hothouse flower—something beautiful and wild yet thrived best in captivity.

If only he could keep her.

“I think my life does depend on it.”

“Well…” she slid her hands over his bare shoulders and met his eyes. “Then we should stop wasting time.”

She took him in her hand and stroked gently. Burying his mouth in the crook of her neck, he groaned as the hands he’d dreamed of for a year and half did everything he remembered they could.  With her slim nimble fingers she traced the length and width of him, gently caressed the sensitive underside, reached into his pants and cupped his testicles while he groaned with the abandon of a submissive.

“You have to stop or I’ll come in your hands,” he warned her.

“Oh no. What a tragedy.”

“It might be.”

“Daniel,” she said with playful exasperation, “if you came in a cup I would drink it.”

Daniel kissed her because it was either that or laugh so hard he fell off the bed. He’d almost forgotten what a dirty mouth she had. No, he hadn’t. He remembered everything about her. Including how much she loved trying to shock him.

“Why bother with the cup?”

She nodded her agreement. “You ask a very good question.”

Eleanor pushed him onto his back and he went willingly. Maggie always started at his lips and would kiss her way down his chest and stomach before going down on him. Of course Eleanor had to do everything backwards. She wrenched his jeans off and threw them against the wall with the flourish of a matador. She pushed his legs apart and kissed the inside of his ankle. She kissed the soft indentation right under his quad muscles before dipping her head and biting his inner thigh—hard.

“Eleanor, behave yourself.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, giving him a pout. “Oh, you mean really behave myself. Yes, Sir.”

She wrapped her lips around him and caressed him with her tongue. God, she behaved beautifully. With torturously light licks and kisses, she focused her attention solely on the head. Reaching down, he clasped her wrist that rested across his hip. He twined their fingers together. Real…she was real and warm and there and God, she was sucking his cock like she missed him as much as he missed her. He couldn’t let himself believe that she had though. She’d picked her owner over him and she would do it again. He’d seen the love in her eyes during the chess game. Why she was here now, he didn’t know and he didn’t care. All he could do was let go and enjoy it.

He let go.

Eleanor sat up on her knees and licked her bottom lip.

“You’re right. Cup is pointless, Sir.” She crawled up his body and collapsed on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him.

“I still can’t believe you’re here.”

“I am. And you are. But I can’t stay long.”

“Are you on furlough?” he asked. “Or are you AWOL?”

“Let’s call it shore leave as there’s some seaman involved.”

Daniel chuckled as he pinched her shoulder.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Kingsley.”

“Truer words have rarely been spoken.”

She turned her face up to his and Daniel tasted himself on her lips. The mix of his salt and her sweetness set his blood to boiling again. Pushing her onto her back, he pinned her wrists to the bed.

“I know you’ll go back to him tonight.” Daniel dipped his head and lightly sucked on each nipple before kissing his way back to the hollow of her throat, “but you’ll take my bruises with you.”

Helpless underneath him, she panted.

“Yes, Sir.”

He dragged her from the bed by her wrists and left her standing at the footboard.

“Kneel,” he ordered and she went down onto her knees.

He could only stare at her a moment and drink in the sight of the women he’d longed for…kneeling at the foot of his bed…her back a blank canvas waiting to be painted with welts…nothing in the world moved him as much as the sight of a woman on her knees before a man she adored. Although Eleanor was the one on her knees, it was him who worshipped at her feet.

From under the bed he pulled a large case much like the ones Kingsley kept in all his townhouse bedrooms.

“Hands on the top rail,” he said and Eleanor reached up and grasped the metal footboard.

Daniel stood behind her as he handcuffed her wrists to the railing.

“I have very fond memories of this bed,” he told her as he pushed her hair off her back. “Maggie and I bought it together. She made sure to lay down and test the strength of the footboard and the headboard. The very gay furniture dealer was slightly horrified.”

“I wish I’d known Maggie, Sir.”

“You remind me of her in so many ways.” Daniel knelt behind her and kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders as he ran his hand down her side and across her stomach.

Only when he said the words did he realize how true they were. Eleanor’s spirit, her sense of humor, her wild streak that gave him such pleasure to try to tame…so much like Maggie.

“I’ll take that as the compliment I know it is, Sir.”

Daniel didn’t answer. He merely pressed his lips to the center of her back between her shoulderblades and let them linger there a moment.  He turned his head and bit her, hard, in the center of her back.

She flinched and released a gasp of pain.

“Just marking my target,” he whispered in her ear before standing up and grabbing a stiff riding crop from the case.

He counted in his head a full sixty seconds before striking her the first time. She flinched and the metal of the handcuffs rattled against the metal of the footboard. Music to his ears.

A welt six inches long and the color of fire burned across her pale skin. A second time he struck her and a third. At ten she finally broke and cried out. At twelve he stopped.

He dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his chest to her burning back.

“Did you enjoy that?” he said into her hair.

“Hurt like fuck, Sir. Loved it.”

He reached up and unlocked the cuffs. She’d warned him she couldn’t stay with him long and he didn’t want to waste a single precious second of his short time with her. Slipping an arm around her back and one under her knees he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Just to hear that laugh again he tossed her unceremoniously across the covers, grasped her ankles and dragged her hips to the edge of the bed.

Now he went down on his knees for her, spreading her thighs wide and opening her with his fingers. His lips sought her clitoris and he sucked lightly on it. Her back arched and she pressed harder into his mouth. No woman he’d ever been with tasted quite like her…so sweet and tart at the same time, the scent of her more potent than any drug.

She moaned as he pushed his tongue into her. For the rest of his life he’d remember the feel of her heels digging into his back, the warmth of her thighs against his face. A mostly incoherent plea that included the words “inside me” and “now” escaped her lips even as he drank every last drop of her.

Daniel stood up and lifted her legs over his arms as he pushed into her. He wanted to go slow, to savor every second of her. But he couldn’t. He shoved in hard and deep with thrusts that left him gasping for air.

Eleanor stretched her arms out to each side and her head fell back in a posture of utter surrender. Sliding his hand up the center of her body, he held her by the throat as he pushed into her again and again.

His fingertips found her clitoris and gently teased it. She responded just as he knew she would, as he remembered she would, grasping at the sheets with desperate fingers, hips raising, her whole body going stiff for a brief eternity before her inner muscles began to spasm, clamping so hard around him they nearly pushed him out of her.

As Eleanor relaxed under him, Daniel only thrust harder. Not many other women could handle this sort of force, but as much as he begrudged her owner for keeping them apart, he couldn’t deny the man had Eleanor well-trained.

He held off as long as he could, not wanting to let go of this moment, of this chance to be inside her again. Daniel moved his hand from her throat to her face. Threading his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, her forced her to look at him, to meet his eyes. He pulled out of her and straddled her hips with his knees. When their eyes locked he finally let himself come on her stomach.

As the tension slowly drained out of him, Daniel collapsed on top of Eleanor and gathered her to him.  He sighed and closed his eyes as she lightly scratched his back. The simple mindless gesture of affection so painfully reminiscent of lovemaking with Maggie nearly did him in. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to imprint this perfect moment into his mind forever.

“Are you going to fall asleep on me?” she asked, tracing his ribcage with her fingers.

“No. I’m just afraid if I open my eyes, I’ll wake up and this will all have been a dream.”

“If I’m involved, there’s a decent chance it’s a nightmare. You might want to wake up.”

Daniel shook his head and slowly opened his eyes.

“The only nightmares you’re in are the ones when I wake up and you’re still gone.”

Eleanor sighed heavily and Daniel finally moved off of her. Pulling back the sheets, she scrambled under the covers. He stripped out of the rest of his clothes and joined her in his bed. He could think of at least three body parts he’d happily sacrifice to be able to find her in his bed every night of his life.

Daniel lay on his back and Eleanor draped herself across his chest.

“You know I inherited a ludicrous amount of money from Maggie, right?” Daniel asked. By ludicrous he meant somewhere in the neighborhood of fifty million dollars when he last checked.

“Your bedroom is bigger than the house I grew up in. I had a hunch.”

“We could leave…go anywhere. You’d never have to work a day in your life again. You could-“

“Leave him?” she asked, and looked up at Daniel. “No, I can’t. Or I can, but I don’t want to.”

“You say that but still, you’re here-“

“I’m here because we had a great week together, Daniel. And I missed you and Kingsley said you still missed me.” She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. “But it was one week. Just seven days.”

“You’re a Catholic, right?” He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand. “Don’t you think the entire universe was created in seven days?”

“If you haven’t noticed already,” she said, giving him a pointed look, “I’m a very bad Catholic.”

“Or a very good one, depending on who you ask.”

“Oh, He tells me all the time what a bad Catholic I am. But that’s only because He loves punishing me. I totally deserve it.” A smile as bright as the morning crossed her face. “He’ll do terrible things to me for enjoying myself so much with you tonight. I can’t wait.”

Daniel caressed her naked leg.

“You really do love Him.” It wasn’t a question.

“Of course I do. He’s my best friend. But don’t tell anybody I said that. Kingsley likes Blondie to keep his big bad priest rep intact. Admittedly, he is six-four, a sadist, and sort of terrifying. Well, pretty incredibly terrifying if you aren’t me or King.”

“You call your owner Blondie?”

Eleanor grinned. “Of course. Just not to his face. Well…not very often.”

Daniel laughed because only laughing would keep him from grabbing her, holding her down, and keeping her there until she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“It’s not fair, you know,” Daniel said. “I could give you so much more than he could. And yet-“

“Daniel, let me ask you something. Are you going to spend the rest of your life living in the past?”

Her question surprised him enough that he rolled up and leaned back against the headboard to face her.

“I’m not. Not anymore. Look…if he died, what would you do?”

Eleanor pursed her lips and hummed.

“In this scenario has he died of natural causes or did I finally break down and murder him in his sleep? Either is equally likely.”

“Natural causes.”

Slowly Eleanor inhaled and exhaled. For once she seemed to be taking the conversation seriously. She grabbed a pillow and pulled it to her, clutching it as if for comfort.

“I would die too. Not physically. But there’s no way this Eleanor could go on without him.”

“Is there another Eleanor?”

She smiled and nodded.

“Horrifying thought, I know. I guess to survive I’d just think of my life in terms of acts in plays or something. Like how the old movies were so long they used to have intermissions. Eleanor…Part One, I guess, she would die with him. But Eleanor, Part Two would wait for the curtain to go up and she'd step out on the stage and put on one hell of a show.”

“I can believe that.”

Eleanor leaned forward and dragged a hand through his hair. He’d gotten it cut earlier that day and felt he finally looked like himself again. The only question now was when would he feel like himself again.

“Maggie’s dead. She’s been dead for over four years. And I remind you of her and that’s why you wanted me so much. Maggie’s dead and Daniel, Part One is dead. Maybe you let her go. I don’t know. But I know you haven’t let him go. Maybe it’s time for Daniel, Part Two to step out on the stage.”

He felt the truth of her words in his heart. They hurt more than his crop on her back had hurt her. And as the truth always hurt he knew her words were true.

“I don’t know who he is,” Daniel half-whispered the confession.

“Daniel, Part Two is everything Daniel, Part One was. But wiser, smarter, and a lot sexier. Seriously what have you been doing for the past year? You’re so cut I could slice myself open on your quads.”

Daniel laughed, almost blushing at her erotic appreciation of his body.

“Mountain climbing…trekking through rain forests…stomping all over South America.”

“Sounds like hell on earth.”

“I loved it.”

She shuddered in feigned horror. So much for all his fantasies about her being his traveling companion on all his wilderness sojourns.

“So tell me, what did you love most about being Daniel, Part One? And don’t say anything that has anything to do with camping.”

Grinning, Daniel contemplated the question. Not that he really needed to think about it. He knew the answer immediately.

“Maggie. No question.”

“Because she was your sub? Your property?”

“Because she was my wife. I loved being married. I loved going out with her and saying to someone, ‘Meet my wife, Maggie.’ Loved it when she introduced me as her husband. Men have this bad reputation about being afraid of marriage. I wasn’t. Marrying her was the best thing I ever did.”

Eleanor looked at him without smiling.

“Now tell me…what was the worst part of being Daniel, Part One.”

Once again he knew the answer in an instant.


Eleanor didn’t seem the least shocked.


Daniel slowly exhaled as he adjusted the pillow behind his back.

“She was thirty-nine when we got married. Turned forty on our honeymoon.”

He saw realization dawning in Eleanor’s bright green eyes.

“God, Daniel…fuck. You wanted kids, didn’t you?”

It seemed like a betrayal of Maggie’s memory to even say it aloud. But with Eleanor, he couldn’t hold anything back.

“I did. She didn’t. Her career was her life. I finally worked up the courage to suggest adoption…it didn’t go over well. And the next week, she had her yearly physical and...”


Daniel nodded. “Sort of a moot point then.”

Eleanor inched closer to him and raised her hand to his face. With fingers both gentle and knowing, she traced his jawline, his lips, his forehead.

“You know, even if I left him, or even if he died and I was free…” she paused and seemed to steel herself. “Daniel, I never would have had your children.”

His eyes flew open wide.


She shook her head.

“I don’t want kids. And I don’t really want to get married. Crosses my mind sometimes but it’s not really my thing. And even if I’d said ‘yes’ when you asked me to stay…six months, a year later maybe I’d be gone. And I wouldn’t even have left you for him. I would have left you for me.”

“Why are you-"

“Saying this? Because it’s true, and you need to know it. What you and I had was perfect. But it’s easy for something to be perfect when it only has to be perfect for seven days. What you and Maggie had was a marriage. What he and I have is also a kind of marriage. But you and me? That was just a honeymoon.”

Her words sank into him like the blade of a heavy knife.

“You’re as much of a sadist as he is, you know.” Daniel hoped she couldn’t hear the agony behind the joke.

“I’ve picked up a few tips from Him on pain infliction.” She exhaled and smiled. “But I’m really not trying to hurt you. I want to help you. You have to let me go.  You know I’m not what you really want. You loved being a husband. You want kids. You’re not going to get that with me.”

He said nothing, only stared past her. The bed shifted and out of the corner of his eye he watched her get dressed. She dragged her skirt over her hips, slipped into low heels, and buttoned up her blouse without once wincing or flinching from the welts he’d inflicted on her. Twenty-five years old and the girl was already an old pro.

“You know you’d make a helluva Dominatrix,” Daniel said as Eleanor came back to the bed.

She crossed her arms over her ample chest and raised one eyebrow.

“You think so?”


“Last time you told me I should be a writer.”

Daniel shrugged.

“You could always do both.”

Tilting her head to the side she hummed a moment and tapped her chin.

“I’ve heard worse ideas. But forget about what I should do. What are you going to do?”

“Let you go…if that’s what you want me to do.”

“Doesn’t matter what I want you to do.” She ran a hand through his hair again and he felt the affection in her touch, the respect. But no love. Not the kind of love he wanted or needed. “What matters is what you want. What do you want to do?”

Daniel released a mirthless laugh.

“Your owner asked me the very same thing the day I buried Maggie.”

“I hope you have a different answer.”

He paused before answering.

“You’re right. I do want to get married again. I want somebody to have kids with. God, I don’t even care if they’re mine or hers or adopted or foster kids. I just want a houseful of children. Always have.”

“You’re only thirty-eight.” She touched his cheek. “And rich. And you’re about as sexy as it gets. There are women in this world who’d let you knock them up just to have your DNA inside them for nine months.”

He sighed and shook his head.

“I’m going to miss you. And when I stop missing you, I’m going to miss missing you,” Daniel said and prayed that made sense to her.

“I don’t love you. But I sort of wish I did. I hope that helps.”

“It does a little. But just a little.”

“I have to go now. Slumber party with the King.”

Daniel nearly groaned aloud at the surge of envy that rushed through him.

“Doesn’t Kingsley have enough subs to keep him company?”

“Yeah, but they’re all shit. Dumb bitches who think owning a copy of Basic Instinct makes them kinky. Anya’s the only good female submissive he’s brought home in two years and she's off-limits.”

“Anya? A good submissive? She’s the most temperamental woman I’ve ever met. Loathed me on sight.”

Eleanor looked genuinely taken aback by that.

“Really? She’s about the sweetest person I’ve ever met. Too sweet to be hanging around with deviants like us. Of course, I could say the same to you. Was she bitchy to you?”


“Hmm…interesting. Sounds like she’s got a crush.”

“Doesn’t act like it.”

“Exactly my point. She’s nice to everybody…but you? Wonder why.”

Daniel left the bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor.

“Doesn’t matter. Off-limits, like you said. Stupid auction.”

“Very stupid auction. The girl is fucking terrified out of her mind about it. Even Kingsley told her she didn’t have to do it. But she’s determined to go through with it. Last virgin in one of Kingsley’s auctions walked off with two-hundred and fifty-six thousand dollars. King showed me the receipt. And that chick wasn’t even half as beautiful as Anya.”

Daniel whistled. Hardly pocket change.

“I hope somebody can talk some sense into her.”

“You should try.”

As he zipped up his jeans, he gave her a stern stare.

“You know I’m the Dominant in the room. Not you.”

Eleanor cocked an eyebrow at him and he saw a smile twitch at the corner of her mouth. Raising her chin, she strode toward him and stopped only a foot in front of him.

“Is that so?” she asked with quiet menace. “You’re the Dominant here?”

He took one step forward so only inches separated them. He gave her his very best The Ouch stare.

“I am.”

Without any warning, Eleanor’s hand shot out and slapped him quick across the cheek just hard enough to sting, just light enough to be insulting.

“Then act like it.”

She’d slapped him. Actually slapped him. He’d slapped Maggie a thousand times just like that—quick and wicked, hard enough to get her attention, not hard enough to actually hurt. A perfect Dominant’s slap.

“I will.”

Daniel pushed Eleanor against the wall and yanked her skirt up to her hips. She’d admired the extra muscle he’d acquired trekking through South America so he put it to good use. With a swift rip he tore her panties off. With one more shove he had her off her feet and pressed against the wall with his cock buried deep inside her.

He didn’t kiss her. Nor did he whisper erotic words in her ears. He merely fucked her as hard as he could and took pleasure in her submission to him. With every merciless thrust of his hips into hers, she flinched in his arms. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her legs tightened around his waist. Pushing hard he came inside her marking her one final time.

Eleanor clung to his shoulders even as he pulled out and lowered her to the floor.

“Okay.” She panted the word as she straightened her skirt with shaking hands. “You’re the Dom in the room.”

“That’s better.”

“But you should still talk to Anya.”

Daniel laughed out loud. Maybe someday he would find a woman to love him and marry him and have children with him. But no woman in the world would ever compete with Eleanor for her ability to make him laugh.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Eleanor finished straightening her clothes, took a deep breath, and nodded.

“I’m going now. Before you fuck me to death.”

“Worse ways to die.”

“It’s how I plan to go out.” She left his bedroom and headed for the front door. Opening it, she paused and looked back at him. “I will miss you. I did miss you…for a long time. I never thought I’d be tempted to leave him. Not until you.”

“I promise I’ll stop loving you,” Daniel said. “But don’t expect me to ever stop hating Him.”

“I don’t know if this will make you a little more kindly disposed to Him…but me coming here tonight…Daniel, whose idea do you think this was?”

Daniel looked into her eyes and knew the answer. The same person whose idea it had been to send her to him in the first place. He didn’t speak. Neither did she. She merely gave him one last smile before walking out of his apartment and out of his life.


For a few minutes Daniel did nothing but wander aimlessly through his apartment. It already felt so empty without her. What did he do now? He raised his hand to his face and remembered how his cheek burned after Eleanor had slapped him.

You’re the Dominant here?…Then act like it.

Act like it. He could do that. And he knew where to start. Going back into his bedroom he found his wallet and dug through it until he found Irina’s business card. Grabbing the phone, he hastily dialed the numbers on the card.

A familiar voice answered after two rings.

“Irina, it’s Daniel. Please don’t ask me why I’m asking. And no, it’s not what you think.”

“I’m intrigued already,” said the beautiful Russian. “Ask and it’s yours.”

“Can you tell me where Anya lives?”

To be continued...

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