by René, Dani
His cock inches into my tightness, throbbing as he feels me tighten, pulsing around him. His hands grip my hips so tight I know I’ll be bruised, but I don’t care. All I need is him fucking me into oblivion, claiming me as his.
He pulls out, then inches back in. The movement is slow and torturous, and I’m tugging at my restraints. I want to fuck myself back onto his cock, but he knows I’m unable to move.
Once he’s fully seated, he stills for a moment, and I’m whimpering like a fucking kitten. “Oliver, please, fucking own me. Please.”
And he does. Pulling out almost all the way, he slams back into me, causing my brain to short circuit, and my toes curl as pleasure ripples through every inch of my body. He’s fucking me so deep I feel his heavy balls against me. The sound of skin slapping, of grunts and groans, are all that echo around us.
I’m lost to him. Only him.
He spanks me hard on the welts he marred me with. Again, and again. The sting of pain and the bite of pleasure. They all culminate in a moment as his one hand grips my shaft, tugging me, jerking me off, and his low growl in my ear, “Come for me,” sets me off, and my orgasm tears through me like a hurricane named Oliver.
I feel his heat fill me while I paint his hand with white fluid, and I know we’ve both just marked each other for life. There’s no longer a reason to leave. It’s forever, and nothing can change that.
Chapter 31
Oliver
“You’re awake early,” Chance says from behind me, but I don’t turn to face him. I keep my gaze on the coffee maker. Last night was something else. Something inside me clicked, and I knew there was no way I would ever be able to walk away from him.
You’ll never make anything of yourself. My father’s words come loud and clear. Usually, they’d hurt, slice through me, but this time, they don’t. I’m happy for the first time in a long while, and I know nothing can break me down again.
Smiling, I turn around, meeting his green eyes. He doesn’t move, as if he’s waiting on me to confess my feelings finally.
I nod. “All my life, I’ve been scared. I realize that was what held me back for so long. I didn’t want the pain of seeing someone I love to walk away or leave me. Trust wasn’t something I allowed myself to offer, because each time I did let myself give into that emotion, it was broken, shattered, and I couldn’t go through it again.”
“That’s why you needed the lifestyle,” Chance says. “Training the submissives, you had the control over who left and who stayed.” I nod in agreement. “And then I came along.”
“Well, you and Cayleigh rid me of everything I’d been hiding. But even though I cared for our sweet Irish princess, I knew she was meant for other things. And that’s where you came in,” I tell him, setting the mug of now steaming hot coffee on the countertop.
“Oh?”
I nod. “It’s time to lay to rest the demons of the past.” Picking up my mug, I inhale the scent of mocha. The coffee is dark, the scent thick in the air. “I realize I’ve been just like my father for so long I turned into the man I hated all my life. And it’s time that stops.”
“What does that mean for us?” As always, Chance cuts right through the bullshit and asks just what he wants to know. He looks deep into the parts of me I have kept hidden for so long. It’s time to unlock the box and show someone the real Oliver Michaelson. Maybe it’s time to finally confess what it is I really do with the business I run secretly.
“If I tell you—”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he insists, which makes me smile. There’s fire dancing in his eyes. The confidence in which he utters those words gives me a glimmer of hope that perhaps he’s right. Maybe not everyone leaves.
“I know you’re not. I started a business not long after I got my degree. At first, it was just following around assholes cheating on their wives. Over the years, as that paid off, the client base grew. There were so many people out there that needed help.” Picking up my mug, I drink down the coffee, allowing the burn of the liquid on my tongue.
“And you found your clients at Seven Sins?” His question catches me off guard. I wasn’t expecting it, and I’m unsure of how to proceed. I simply nod. I suppose it’s time to lay it all down on the counter and allow Chance to make up his mind.
“Yes, they knew they could trust me. I’d been frequenting Sins for a year. Their friends who also met me through the club trusted me. And so, Michaelson Investigations was born. Even though it’s an undercover operation, I still enjoy law, so, I focus now on training new law students and allow them to work at my company while they’re studying for the bar. And most of the women in my office know about my Dominant side, and that’s why I have them there.”
He watches me for a moment, processing my words. Then, the moment I think he’s going to tell me this is not going to work for him, he nods. “So, your office is filled with subs who allow you to train them?” His brow arches, and I nod.
“Yes. It’s not a sexual thing for me. I am offering them a job, with the benefit of becoming submissive for someone. To learn and explore the lifestyle without getting into a relationship with some asshole who could hurt them.”
When I hired the first girl years ago, I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to mix business and pleasure, but over time, it’s become something I look forward to. And it’s true, my scenes at the office aren’t about sex. They’re about punishment and reward. Teaching the ladies who are there, and who want it, to live the life twenty-four seven.
“How is it, after all you’ve been through, you find the warmth in your heart to help others? To teach, to make sure they’re safe and cared for?” Chance muses while sipping his hot drink.
“I don’t know. I suppose, seeing others live through pain or heartache, it doesn’t sit well with me. Over time, I knew I could make a difference, and I focused my energy on that. Yes, there were times I lived in the past, I held onto everything I’d been through, and I allowed it to make me as fucked up like my father.”
“But you’re not like him, that’s my point. You may see yourself like that, but Oliver, you’re nothing like the man who couldn’t even support his own son.” Chance rises. Stalking around the breakfast bar, he stops right beside me. His green eyes shine with affection as he regards me.
“It’s difficult for anyone to see past what others may deem faults, whether it’s skin color, sexual orientation, or even weight and height. Society pushes us into molds. If you don’t fit into whatever the rest of the world deems normal, then you’re the outcast.”
Chance’s gaze meets mine in realization. He understands what I’m trying to say, what I’ve always believed. “And you end up believing it.”
“Yes, you believe the lie, and you live by it.” I agree. “People are so hellbent on all being the same, when it’s the uniqueness of the individual that makes you who you are.”
“When did you become so wise?” Chance teases, a smile cracking on his handsome face, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“When I hit forty,” I retort playfully. It’s foreign to me, to feel so at ease with someone, but with him, I do. Leaning in, I plant my lips on his. A soft, gentle kiss that causes him to groan ever so slightly, but I hear it. Our bodies press against each other, the need running rampant through my veins.
I dart my tongue along his lips, requesting him to open to me. To allow me in. And he does. His tongue dances with mine, licking along the muscle, sucking it into his mouth. His teeth graze along it, which elicits a rumble from low in my throat.
I’m hard, but I need to get to work. Fuck. When I pull away, his stare is glassy, and pupils dilated with desire.
“Tonight. You and me,” I inform him, then, as I lean in closer, inhaling his spicy cologne, I finally admit just what I’ve wanted to say before the moment he walked out of my house a few nights ago. “I love you, Chance Moore.”
Epilogue
Chance
Six months later
My sister smiles up at me when I en
ter the house. I haven’t been back since Oliver and I decided on making our relationship official.
“Love looks good on you,” she states, planting a soft kiss on my cheek.
I eye her from head to toe, noticing how beautiful my sister looks. She’s glowing, and I know for a fact, it has to do with the tiny bump she’s sporting. “And kids look good on you, apparently?”
“Funny . . . Carrick says the same thing.” She winks playfully, causing me to shudder at the thought of my sister’s sex life. It really isn’t something I need to be thinking about.
“Please, my mind is a happy place without that visual.” Chuckling, I follow her into the kitchen where a pot is steaming on the stove. The scent of something delicious is coming from the oven, and I’m sure dinner will be amazing. I recall when I was younger, our mother would teach Peyton everything she knew in the kitchen. When our parents died, we were lost for a long time before finding our path in life.
“So,” Peyton starts, and I know the torrent of questions is about to start. “You and Oliver . . .” Her words taper off. She’s fishing for information, but there’s not much to say. Yes, we’re together. Yes, we’re planning a wedding of sorts, and now that he’s teaching me the dominant side, I’m looking forward to my new life as a switch.
All my life, I had a clear path of who I wanted, what I wanted, and then Oliver Michaelson walked in — no, sauntered in — and I was a lost cause. With him, I’m submissive, giving him everything he needs, but with the women who kneel for me, I’m Dominant in every way.
“Say what you want to, Peyton,” I tell her with a smile on my face.
She stops stirring the pot and turns to me. “I’m happy for you. I mean it, Chance.” She grins. “There’s nothing more I want than to see my brother happy. And Oliver does that. He gives you what you need, and that’s all that matters.”
I’m about to respond when the deep rumble of the man I love sounds from behind me, and the footsteps of him and Rick cause me to turn around.
“I heard my name.” Oliver reaches Peyton and lifts her hand with his, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “It never seems to stop, women and men talking about how amazing I am.”
“I think you need to get taken down a notch there, Michaelson,” Rick offers with a laugh. My brother-in-law grips my shoulder, offering it a squeeze in greeting. “Chance.”
“How are you, Rick?”
“Good. I was about to take your man here to the office so we can finish up a few contracts before lunch.”
Peyton sighs at her husband, rolling her eyes as she questions, “Are you working on a holiday when I asked you not to?”
“Listen, little lady.” Carrick moves closer to his wife. Gripping her hips in his hands, he tugs her toward him. “I’ll be done in a few minutes. You’re catching up with Chance anyway.” He kisses her, and I see it, the love that surrounds them. It’s like an entity, and I know deep down my sister finally has happiness. It’s taken years for her to find it, but I pray to all that’s holy she’ll never let it go.
“Mommy!” A screech comes from beside me, and I notice one of my nieces racing into the kitchen with an empty bowl. “My ice cream is finished.”
“And just where did you get ice cream before your dinner?” Erin’s cheeks turn bright red, then her big green eyes that match my sister’s fall on her dad’s. “Did you give the girls dessert?”
“It was a snack.” Rick turns his attention to Oliver. “Let’s head to the office.” He doesn’t wait for Peyton to respond, and I can’t help laughing once we’re alone.
“He’s insufferable,” she mumbles, taking the bowl from her daughter. “Say hello to Uncle Chance.”
The little girl, who’s not so little anymore, runs my way to hug me, wrapping me in her slender arms. “Hi, Uncle Chance.”
“Hi, Erin. Where’s your sister?”
“She’s playing,” she tells me with a toothy smile, and I wonder if I’ll ever have the opportunity to be a father. “I go outside.” Then she turns to her mom. “’Kay, mommy?”
“Yes, just don’t get in the pool. Dinner will be ready soon.”
“Okay!” she shouts and races out of the kitchen. Peyton looks incredible. Her skin is glowing, her hair is loose, hanging in waves down her back, and her stomach is slowly swelling with a baby boy. They found out only a couple of weeks ago.
“So,” I start, leaning on my elbows on the kitchen counter, watching my sister. “I was wondering if you’d be my maid of honor?”
The spoon she’s holding clatters to the plate as she spins on her heel. Her mouth falls open, gaping at the question like a fish. I want to chuckle, but I know she’s in as much shock as I was when Oliver told me we’re going to figure this out.
He may not be a relationship type of guy, but our agreement has come to an end, and we’re not parting ways. We came to the conclusion that we enjoy what we do. The training, the scenes, and the club — they all culminate in our pleasure. The fact that Oliver wants me wholeheartedly but still wants to train submissives is perfect. I want to Dominate them, but I want nothing more than to kneel for him as well. To serve and pleasure him any way I can.
“Are you telling me you’ve tamed the beast?” Peyton grins, her eyes twinkling as she questions me.
“Tamed wouldn’t be what I’d call it. More like, encouraged.” Her brows shoot up, then furrow in confusion. “We’re together. Like, getting married, but . . .” I didn’t realize how nervous I would be admitting what our life would be like. At first, it sounded perfect, but telling someone else about what we like is nerve-wracking. Granted, I doubt my sister would judge me, but I’ve lived with people’s judgments all my life.
“Well?”
“We’ll be training submissives together. Oliver enjoys dominating me, and I enjoy dominating women, so, we’ve come to the conclusion that it works for us. We love each other, but we both need more.” Lowering my gaze, I don’t want to see her reaction. The fear of her telling me it’s bullshit rears its ugly head, and I wait for it.
“Hey.” Peyton steps up to me, her hand on my cheek. “This is beautiful. Life and love, they’re amazing when you have someone who can love you so wholly they want you,” she tells me. “If this is what you both need and both agree to, then nobody can judge you for how you live your life. I’m happy for you, brother.”
“Really?”
“Of course,” she laughs. “As long as you’re fulfilled and Oliver takes care of you. If he doesn’t, I’ll kill him.”
“You’re a feisty little thing.” Oliver guffaws from the doorway as he enters the kitchen with Carrick close behind.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Rick agrees, pulling his wife into his arms as he places a kiss on her forehead. “She can be scary, I assure you of that.”
“So, what do you say, Peyton?”
A smile lights up her face. “Yes, of course, I’ll be your maid of honor, silly!” The girls come racing into the room, both begging for juice and candy, to which my sister tells them it’s dinner time.
We make our way into the dining room and settle in our seats. With a glance around the room, I can’t help smile at the happiness that emanates from me. This is my family with the love of my life. This is what dreams are made of.
* * *
Cayleigh
Smiling up at the clear blue sky, I bask in the sunshine that heats my skin. The splash of water nearby reminds me of where I am, and I can’t help but be happy. Something clicked inside me the moment I stepped off the plane at LAX. I can’t explain it, but I felt as if I have a new start at a life I’ve always wanted.
“Hey!” The screech makes me giggle. Nate and Eva’s kids are sweet, and even though I’ve never spent too long with children, I enjoy watching them bicker and twist their dad around their little fingers. Nathan is a commanding force, reminding me of Oliver, but as soon as his daughter and son are at his side, he softens and gives them the love they need.
My phone vibrates on the ta
ble beside me, and when I pick it up, I feel the blush heating my cheeks. Desire tightens in my belly, and I’m off the lounger in seconds.
When I reach my bedroom, I shut the door and lock it. Hitting dial on the number, I press the phone to my ear. Within three rings, his deep, commanding tone filters through.
“Hello, kitten,” he greets me in his thick Italian accent. Everything about the man I met at Sins two weeks ago has got me hooked. Tall, dark, and handsome, his tone is gentle, but there’s an underlying current of dominance that causes me to squeeze my thighs together.
“Hello, Matteo.” I smile at the way his name rolls off my tongue. Flopping on the bed, I lie on my stomach, legs bent at the knee, and my feet in the air.
“I have some business to take care of this evening, but I’d love to see you afterward,” he tells me. Even though we’ve only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks, I’m excited by the prospect of more.
Smiling, I respond, “Yes, I’ll be at Sins helping Eva with the event.” Tonight, we’re having a masked evening, where every person will be in black and white, along with the masks that were sent to members.
“I know.” His answer makes me laugh. “You forget, gattina,” he murmurs. “I know everything there is to know about you.”
“That’s what I get for dating a mafia prince,” I retort playfully, causing a dark chuckle to ripple through the speaker, making my heart leap wildly. Matteo Moretti is Mason’s cousin. Mason and Carrick own Seven Sins in Chicago, and the ties to the Italian mafia on Mason’s side are strong.
When I learned the connection to Savannah’s husband, I told her. I think Mason and Carrick may have had a chat with Matteo, and even though my brother would’ve possibly threatened Matteo, he hasn’t shown any sign of relenting in his pursuit of me.
