“Good morning, Sir. How may I serve you?”
“Come over,” he said with a voice low and husky from not having spoken.
“It’s a little early. I’m…”
“Come over, Nikita.”
She was silent for a moment before chuckling, “Yes, Sir. I see you’re in quite a mood this morning. I do have other plans this afternoon so I can’t stay for more than two hours. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” As he spoke, he realized she didn’t know he had a new place. “I’ve moved so I’ll text you the address. I’ll make sure the doorman lets you up. Just give him my unit number…and my name.”
Things had definitely changed between them. After weeks of consideration and conversations between them, he decided to drop the hard barrier between them he had fought so long to maintain.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes. Is there anything in particular you want?”
“Just you.” He hung up without giving her an opportunity to respond.
When Nikita arrived, he greeted her wearing only his boxer briefs. He took her by the hand leading her straight to the bedroom without a word between them.
“Take off your clothes,” he instructed. He sat on the edge of his bed watching as she removed her jeans, shirt and underwear. He didn’t mind she wasn’t as fashionable or geared out as he’d grown accustomed to seeing her. Usually when he called her, it was after work or later in the evening when she had an opportunity to better prepare. But this morning was certainly different. After she undressed, she got on her knees, lowered her eyes and held her position awaiting his next command.
She’s actually behaving he thought as he walked towards her lightly touching her head acknowledging pleasure at her obedience. He unlocked the bureau to remove the cuffs, collar, clamps and chains he’d use to secure her to the cross. Once he was ready, he motioned for her to stand.
“Come here,” he said as she walked to him with out stretched arms. As his first order of business, he placed the collar firmly around her neck. He then fastened the cuffs on her wrists and attached the chains to them with slip hooks. Last, he carefully attached the specialty clamp device to her nipples and clitoris. Leading her by the clamps, he moved her into position against the cross. Even though she was silent, he could tell she was eager.
“Is there anything in particular you’d like to do this morning, Nikita?”
“I’m here for you, Sir. Whatever you need is fine with me.”
He smiled before turning her so she faced the cross with her back towards him. He raised her arms and snapped the other slip hooks into the nickel rings on the cross. Having used the shorter chains, she didn’t have much mobility, but enough slack to keep her arms from tiring too quickly. He slowly opened the blinds so she could look out. While they were too high up for people on the street to see her, those in buildings across the street might be able to do so. It didn’t really matter to him, but to Nikita, it fed her urges.
“Are you ready?” he asked her.
“Yes, Sir.”
He stroked her back with the handle of the flogger and she flinched in anticipation. He slid the flogger tails slowly across her ass at first, then her shoulders and back creating tickle sensations on her skin. When he sensed she was ready, he began swirling it, striking swiftly after each rotation. He meticulously increased the force as she winced and squealed. Between strikes he occasionally licked her anus and folds. From his first strike to his last, they both found a space of pleasure enabling them to ease back into their play with one another. When it was all over, he led her to the bed by the clamps and chains. For the first time in a while, he didn’t immediately have sex with her. As he glanced at the clock, he knew he had less than an hour left with her.
“How do you feel?” he asked as he reached for the oils to massage her skin.
She touched his face lightly before laying back on the bed. “I’m good.”
Her gentle touch took him by surprise and made him a little uncomfortable. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about it. It was evident she was willing to explore the darker sides of play with him. She had already demonstrated she was more than capable of pushing him past his own limits. However, this felt different and far more intimate. He tried not to dwell on it too much, because clearly they were finding a way to reconnect.
“Nikita, what do you want from me?” he asked gently massaging her body.
“I was wondering why you’ve been so quiet this morning.” She rolled onto her side to face him. “Listen, I don’t expect anything but to be treated with respect before and after we play.”
“That’s not what I mean,” he said.
“Then don’t be so damn cryptic. Just ask me what you really want to know.”
“Do you want a romantic relationship with me?”
She let out a throaty laugh. “A few weeks ago, you were ready to kick me to the curb because I pushed your boundaries. So how in the hell could I want anything else from you?”
“I’m comfortable with what we have, but I don’t want our signals crossed about what we’re doing here. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings because I do care about you.”
“You’re funny! You know that?” She smiled at him and sat up. “I’ve never had a Dom quite like you. On one hand you’re very old school—forceful, head down, obey me, bring the pain kind of shit. And then you turn into this nurturing person who watches every little thing and genuinely cares about what’s going on with me. It’s so…different. You’re my Nurture Dom!!” she laughed.
“I’m not sure what to say to that.”
“Oh, don’t misunderstand me. It’s amazing! But do I want to be in love with you and all that? I do care about you, but I don’t see love happening—at least not that kind of love.”
“But do you want it to happen?” he asked watching her carefully.
She smiled at him, “Your world is so far from mine. Simple things make me happy and being open is how I live. You’re comfortable having your worlds apart. But you know what? You, Mr. Josey are a catch for the right woman who lets you be all that you are. I guess the real question is, have you ever let a woman get in there like that?”
“Not everyone can appreciate what we like.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely a lawyer! That’s not what I asked you. Have you ever been in love and played at the same time?”
“Yes.” He couldn’t believe he actually answered her question. As much as Nikita pushed him, there was a disarming quality about her as well. He really liked her even when she imposed.
“What happened to her?”
“Other issues got in the way.”
“Was it a bad breakup?”
“Painful…but no drama, if that’s what you mean.”
“And you just shut it all down after that, huh?”
“No. When you love like that, you want it again. I just haven’t found anyone that comes close.”
“Damn! That’s just…romantic as fuck! Look at you all sentimental and shit!” Despite her teasing playfulness she couldn’t help but ask, “How dark did you get with her?”
“No where near what you and I have done lately.”
“Why not?”
“We were both younger and she wasn’t involved in it before we got together.”
“Ohhh! She was the first person you trained!”
“No, she wasn’t. She was the first person who ever made me feel like just being with her was all I needed.”
Her eyes widened and she was silent—almost speechless. But then again Nikita always had something to say.
“This isn’t a hobby for you. I mean you might be able to put it on hold, but it’s very much a part of who you are. You get that right? Don’t try to fool yourself or anyone else into thinking you can be without it.”
“I know exactly who I am, Nikita. I know what I want.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Definitely.”
He moved closer to her and bega
n lightly running his fingers down her stomach to her labia before tickling and toying with her fleshy clit. He pulled hard on the chains and she let out a yelp. He also knew exactly what she liked. She was getting wetter with each tug he applied.
“Right now, I want to fuck you.”
“Excuse me?” She was barely able to speak as his fingers moved in and out of her.
“You heard me. And watch the tone or you’ll be late to your next appointment.” Spreading her legs further apart with his knees, he got on top of her before removing the clit clamp and pressing his penis inside her.
“I’m sorry Sir,” she teased.
She gasped as he placed his hand firmly around her neck and took hold of the nipple clamps chain. He began thrusting in and out of her while pulling on it. She sighed deeply feeling all he offered before raising her hands above her head touching the headboard. Her sighs turned to deep moans as her body shuddered.
“May I cum, Sir!”
“Yes.” He didn’t make her wait or deny her this time. It didn’t take him long before he released onto her luscious breasts.
CHAPTER 10
The following weekend, he got up early to take care of a few errands before making the hour plus drive to his parents’ home. Approaching the long driveway towards the house, he felt a little guilty knowing it had been a while since he visited them. He pulled in the garage area noting the flurry of activity. People hurriedly unloaded wares from catering, equipment rental and florist trucks parked along the edge of the large house. Surprisingly, there was no sign of his mother who usually stood over workers like a hawk whenever there was a grand affair at the house. No way this is a party for seventy-five people, he thought. Mom’s going big—again. Admittedly, his mother did know how to throw a party.
He got out of the car and opened the rear door to get his suit and overnight bags. He had planned to stay the weekend with his family even though he had a considerable workload waiting for him Monday morning. In addition, he’d be out of the office Tuesday afternoon presenting at the foundations conference. It was going to be a challenging week. However, he looked forward to spending time with his brother Rick, sister Mya, their spouses and kids. They hadn’t been together in over a year.
He approached the large wooden entry doors and rang the bell before putting in his key to open them. As he stepped inside the foyer, his younger nieces and nephew came running around the corner offering big hugs.
“Uncle Michael is here!” shrieked Mya’s youngest, Nia as she raced towards him.
“Hey Nia!”
Putting his things down to pick her up, he couldn’t help notice how much she looked so much like his sister. He marveled at the little girl every time he saw her. His niece Joy and nephew Chase soon joined her. The kids surrounded him with boundless affection as he noted how big they’d gotten since he’d last seen them. He set Nia down as he clasped hands with Chase drawing him towards his chest for a Bro Hug. Now being in middle school, he had grown “too cool” for hugs. Joy was still young enough to enjoy a hearty hug and kiss on the cheek.
“Hi Uncle Michael!” she said.
“Look at you guys! Man! You all have gotten big! Where is everybody?” he asked with Nia clinging to his leg.
“Grandma’s outside, but Pop Pop’s in the family room with everybody else,” Chase said with a little bass trying to emerge in his voice. Michael just smiled at him as he pretended to struggle walking towards the family room with Nia still hanging on to him.
As they all made their way back to the family room, Rick and his wife Joyce as well as Mya and her husband Malcolm greeted him lovingly with warm hugs. He was overwhelmed to see Rick’s kids Aaron, Caitlin and Justin all young adults in or headed to college. He reached down to Nia, gave her a peck on the forehead directing her to let go so he could hug his father.
“Hey Dad. Happy Birthday!”
“Thank you, Son!”
“So how are you feeling, old man?”
“Not bad. Not bad at all. Of course I’d be happier if I didn’t have to deal with your mother running around here trying to make this party happen. I told her we could’ve all just gone out to a nice restaurant for dinner. But you know how she is,” he said as he took another sip of his coffee.
“Well, it’s her way of showing love,” Mya said.
“I know,” he said to her before turning to Michael. “Do you want something to eat or drink Mike?”
“Thanks, but I’ll get something in a little while. Mom’s out back?”
“You know she is. She actually hired a party planner this time, but she won’t let the poor woman do her job!” Rick chuckled.
“Let me say something to her. I’ll be right back.”
Michael made his way out the rear patio doors and marveled at the set up thus far. The patio had dozens of round tables set with service for six and they spread all the way towards the pool and lower garden. He estimated the setting was for at least two hundred or more guests. The band stage was being set on the opposite side of the pool, and the caterers had arranged themselves on both short sides of it. The entire set up rivaled Mya’s wedding fifteen years earlier.
With workers moving frantically about, he finally spotted his mother talking with a woman who clearly was the exasperated party planner. He made his way to them.
“Hi Mom!”
“Michael! Sweetie! I’m so glad you came early! I was afraid you wouldn’t show up until the party was scheduled to start.”
“I finished what I needed to get done and thought you might need a hand. But clearly you have all the support you need. Why don’t you come into the house and relax with us before the party. Let these fine folks do their jobs.” He extended his hand to her, which she accepted. He drew it to his lips and gently kissed it before pulling her close for a rare hug.
“Did they send you out here to get me?”
“No. But you told me you wanted us all together—under one roof. We’re here, but you’re not with us, so come inside. You’ll wear yourself out and not be able to enjoy us or this party if you keep this up.”
She looked into his eyes, which reflected her own deep set brown and simply smiled. “I suppose you’re right.” She turned to the planner and said, “My son the lawyer—has a reasonable argument for everything. I’ll be in the house if you need anything.”
The planner flashed a smile of relief and a look of gratitude as Michael led his mother back towards the house to join the others.
“So…this is some affair.”
“Well, it’s a little bigger than I originally thought. But there are so many people who just love and admire your father. I couldn’t keep the list short without offending good friends and colleagues.”
“Of course not.” He held her hand in the bend of his arm as they walked. He knew this party was as much for her as it was his father. As he thought about it, she was likely throwing this big event because she expected it to be their last. Not because either of them were in failing health but because their days of entertaining had slowed considerably since their retirements.
Back in the family room, he got himself some food and settled in with his family. He loved talking to Mya and Rick catching up on things in each other’s lives. He noticed his older niece and nephews plotting their escape for later in the evening. The younger cousins challenged the older ones to lively rounds of video games. Michael was tickled that his parents purchased gaming consoles with all the latest games for the grandkids to enjoy during this weekend-only visit. Doting on them was something he knew they enjoyed in their roles as grandparents, much to the dismay of his siblings.
After a few hours of engaging conversation sprinkled with the occasional tease or dig, Michael was happy being with his family again. But as the clocked ticked on, it was almost five o’clock and his mother insisted everyone get ready for the party. In her experience some of the older guests could show up at least a half hour early in hopes of getting better seating and food. Rather than argue with her, they a
ll headed to their rooms to prepare.
The three girls had been assigned to one guest room and the boys to another. Michael and his siblings retreated to their old bedrooms. Of course their mother had each room redecorated, but each one had small trinkets and photographs to remind them of their time growing up there. He had to give her credit for calling each of them to discuss which items they wanted to keep or discard. She managed to have the decorating reflect or highlight those items and their personalities.
His love of books was the focus of his old room. She had created a nook window seat with built-in shelves holding leather-bound copies of classic literature. She also had a roll top desk with a variety of high-end stationary and writing implements. The pictures were images of him—from early childhood nestled on the floor with blocks, books or toys in what now looked to him like solitary postures. Compared to Rick and Mya, he was certainly the more introverted one, but mostly he just liked observing and letting himself be lost in whatever he was doing at the time. It’s one of the reasons why he loved distance running. He could run for miles, lost to his thoughts and finish mentally invigorated. A few track trophies sat on small shelves reflecting his success with the sport.
He heard a knock on his door as it opened.
“Hey Mike. Mind if I come in?”
“No. Come on in.”
“Just killing time before heading back downstairs. Joyce can take all night to put on one simple dress. I probably need to keep an eye on my grown ass kids who are trying to sneak out tonight.”
Michael laughed teasing, “They’re still going to find a way to get out. We did! Just let it go!”
“Yeah, I guess. Now that Aaron’s graduated from high school, Joyce and I are going to have a ball.”
“You deserve it. I don’t know how you two did it. Doing your residency with three babies in four years.”
“You do what you gotta do, bro.”
“And you used to get on me about wrapping it up!”
“Well, we didn’t plan it like that, but hey—once we got started we figured we’d go ahead and get the rest of them out of the way. Joyce gave up a lot so I could finish. We’ve got three great kids because of her. Life’s been good.”
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