by Jesse Jordan
I look around, realizing that Lihua’s still watching us with happy tears rolling down her face while my bartender is looking confused and shocked, the dropped glass still not swept up. “Club’s opening late tonight, for a party. In the meantime, you two take a long, very long lunch break.”
The bartender nods, Lihua staying frozen in place before she comes over, her eyes swimming with emotion. “Mistress?”
“It’s okay, Lihua. It’s all okay now.”
Stephen adds something in Chinese that makes Lihua’s eyes sparkle even more in happiness, and she bows deeply before turning and leaving, closing the door to the club behind her. “What did you say?”
“I told her that she is a fine girl and that there will be time for her to serve us later,” Stephen says. “I’ll start you on learning Chinese if you’ll work with me on learning Greek.”
“Italian first,” I tell him, turning to him and putting my arms around his neck. “The only position in my organization I have is one that deals with The Network, and most of the capo speak Italian. As for positions for me… whatever you want, sir.”
Stephen pulls me close, his voice growling slightly as his hands start to knead my ass. “And will you being my boss be a problem in other areas? For you, I mean.”
“No sir,” I whisper. “We’ll figure it out.”
We go to the upper level of the club, to one of the rooms that’s normally reserved for customers who like to use a bed for their domination, my hands trembling nervously the whole time. “Stephen… sir, I’ve never told that to anyone before.”
“Me either,” Stephen says, turning to me. “Not the way I mean it with you. I want to celebrate our love, and then the rest… well, you said party, Lihua’s probably going to have a full on bash ready for us when she comes back.”
“Then I don’t want to waste any more time,” I say, and he pulls me to him, both of us pulling and doing our best to take each other’s clothes off. I’m only peripherally aware that he’s wearing a suit under his trenchcoat as he takes off my blouse, burying his head between my breasts and kissing them, picking me up as we get the rest of our clothes off and go tumbling to the bed, our hands roaming over each other and my heart singing arias of joy as I feel his skin pressed against me. Laying side by side, he kisses me tenderly, and I start crying harder, tears of joy. “Sir...”
“You’re mine, Larissa. And I’m yours too,” he whispers. “That’s all that counts.”
I nod, stopping when my hands run over the fresh scar tissue on his right arm. “She shot you twice?”
“Yeah… later,” he says quietly, intensely. “I need to tell someone, but this isn’t the time. This is the time for the woman I love.”
He kisses down my neck, lavishing attention to the curves of my neck and collarbones, his hands stroking and caressing my legs and hips as our bodies press together, Stephen rolling me onto my back and pinning me underneath him. “I like you in this position.”
I feel his cock throbbing against my leg and I shift my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist and moaning as his slides over my clit, but not inside me. “I like this nearly perfectly, sir.”
“Patience, my queen,” he murmurs, and I hum happily. Queen, his queen. Hell of a lot better than being a dryad.
Stephen kisses down to my breasts, nuzzling and biting on my nipples just hard enough to make me cry out in happiness, his hands stroking over my skin and pulling me into him while he feasts on my nipples. My head swims as he kisses down from my breast to my scar tissue, licking it before coming back up and kissing my lips tenderly. “Every scar, every flaw… you’re just more perfect in my eyes.”
It’s my turn, kissing his arm and his chest scar while I stroke and taste the salty sweetness of his skin. Stephen’s sighs of pleasure as he pulls me up and around on top of him guide me, and I can feel his cock standing tall and proud in the air as I caress and weep over him. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
“And now you have me forever,” Stephen says, pulling me up his body and kissing me harder. “If you give yourself to me.”
“I do… sir. I belong to Stephen Knightsbridge,” I pledge, taking his hand and putting it on my throat. “All of me.”
Stephen’s hand tightens a little before easing up, and he removes it to place it on my breast over my heart. “And I belong to Larissa Moraitis. All of me.”
We roll, kissing and making love on the soft bed, exploring each other’s body until we can’t stand it any more, and I get on my knees, putting my head down and submitting totally to him, no ties or clamps or any toys, just the force of his will, his love, and my desire to be his woman putting me in this position, face down, ass in the air. “Please sir…”
Stephen takes my waist in his hands, holding me firmly as he eases his cock inside me, both of us moaning deeply as he takes me and finally, we can admit, makes me his. As he settles into me, a soft cry of exaltation tremors from my throat, my eyes rolling up at the long missed physical feeling which is made all the sweeter because of the emotions behind it. “Yessss….”
He pulls back, thrusting deep inside me, and I’m swept away as his cock sends shockwaves through my body. I haven’t even touched myself this month of separation and my body’s crying out, stretched and taken and pleasured all at the same time as he fills me over and over, taking my hair in his hand and pulling on it like reins before letting go to take my hands instead, clasping both of our hands together as he speeds up.
“Fuck, fuck... yes, oh fuck you’re the best,” I cry out over and over as Stephen’s hips pound me, his cock sending fire coursing through my veins. My pussy clenches, squeezing him and I pour myself into him, using every internal skill I’ve learned in all my years to pleasure him. It’s pure, I don’t want anything other than to show Stephen how much I love him and how much he makes my heart sing out while he pulls me up slightly, getting into a half squat and pounding me harder, both of us crying out as our bodies hammer each other, his balls smacking my clit with each bed-shaking thrust.
“Sir… Stephen, I love you!” I scream as my body tenses, an orgasm washing through me and Stephen speeds up, his cock rocking my body over and over as I am swept up through my first and almost immediately into my second, my body smashed into the bed as he takes me, my man, my love.
My second orgasm builds, bigger and bigger as my chest clenches and I tremble, Stephen on the edge of exhaustion but his body driving him to superhuman levels of strength and endurance as he holds back another ten seconds, those precious ten seconds enough to push me over the edge and he cries out, his throat roaring in triumph as I come again, my body exploding and melting into the bed, his seed warm and comforting inside me. But nothing’s better than the feeling of him gathering me in his arms, and the soft tickle of his kiss on my neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too sir,” I whisper, clutching his hand to my heart. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” he whispers. We settle in, and I can feel sleep creeping over me. Stephen must feel it too, because he yawns and chuckles. “What’re they going to think if they come in and find us in bed together?”
I hum happily, pulling the sheets up. “Knowing Lihua, she’ll strip and cuddle up to both of us. As for everyone else… I guess I’ve got a new bodyguard, driver, and eventually second in command of the territory.”
Stephen chuckles again, pulling me tighter. “I can deal with that. Gotta learn the job, right? And you know I’ll guard your body very carefully.”
“Better do more than that,” I tease, yawning again. “You don’t take care of my body, and I might just find my dominant side with you again.”
Stephen pulls me tighter, kissing my neck and cupping my breast. “Yes, Lady L. I love you.”
“I love you too, sir.”
Sleep chases us, and I settle down, safe and secure. Dominant, submissive… it doesn’t matter. I love him, and he loves me. The rest of the labels aren’t all that important.
Stephen
“Welcome to my estate,” Rodrigo says as I get out of the driver’s side of the tiny little Fiat. It’s taken me a few days, but I’ve finally gotten used to Larissa’s ‘Sicilian’ car, even if I feel like I’m going to go tumbling out half the time whenever I open the door. Not the image her ‘bodyguard’ is supposed to have.
“It’s a pleasure to finally be here,” I reply, offering my hand. We shake, and I go around to the back door, holding the door for Larissa in what should, at least for the rest of the night, be my last sign of being her ‘employee’ and not her boyfriend. Getting out, she takes my hand, and I smile, pulling her in for a hug. “And you said he’d be casual.”
“Actually, I was talking to Larissa,” Rodrigo says with a chuckle, taking me down a notch with a little bit of humor. We’ve butted heads a few times over the phone, but we’ve reached a good understanding, and I’m actually looking forward to knowing him better this vacation. “It’s good to see you again, my friends. How is your first trip to Sicily, Stephen?”
“Much appreciated after summer in Kalamata. I like it, a hell of a lot better than Virginia, but I’m glad to have a change of scenery. Six months of learning my new position within Larissa’s organization, I am more than ready for it,” I say. “So… Jessica?”
“Inside with our son,” Rodrigo says, beaming proudly. “This is your first chance to meet Ricardo, isn’t it?”
“Both of our chances,” Larissa says. “Other than seeing him a few times on a video chat.”
“Tell you what, how about you and Jessica go have your female bonding time,” Rodrigo says with a smile. “I’ll show your man around the grounds.”
“Bonding time now, bondage time later?” Larissa says with a smirk, and I give her a wink, making her blush. She rushes towards the back stairs, and I watch her go with a familiar and welcome tingle in my pants before I turn back to Rodrigo.
“She made me promise to ask you if we could borrow your training room,” I mention as we walk across the courtyard back towards the front gate. “Apparently you have a few toys that she’s eager to try out.”
“Probably the electro-stim butt plug,” Rodrigo says with a chuckle. “I used it with Jessica the first time she and I went no-limits, and I think Larissa’s been a bit jealous of her ever since. Apparently she broke her last personal one, and the one I have is a bit different. Of course you guys can use it, since having Ricardo both of us have been less adventurous.”
“Don’t need the information, but I appreciate the invitation. It’s going to be nice for the two of us to have a bit of a vacation. Even if it is a working vacation,” I note as we leave the gated area and Rodrigo leads me off to the left. “Where are we heading?”
“My new olive grove,” he says. “I had planned on doing a lot of it myself when I lived here in Caccamo full time, but now that I have to split my time between here and New York, I decided that I was going to have it either way, so I hired a local group to plant a grove. In about four years or so, they should be ready for the first harvest.”
It’s not far to the small grove, only about a dozen trees that are currently pretty widely spaced but I can see how, once they grow, the saplings will make a nice space. “It’ll be nice. I assume you have people coming by?”
“When I’m not around,” Rodrigo says. “I’ve talked it over with Jessica, and this villa, it’s going to be our retreat from the world. The place where she and I can be honest with each other about who we are, about what I do. Ricardo will of course not know the full details, but that’s okay. He’ll learn when and if the time is right. In the meantime, unless it is something pressing from The Network, this is our haven. Speaking of havens, I might have something that’ll make your own security a little better.”
“Oh?” I ask, and Rodrigo nods. “What’s that?”
“Those copies of the Dover hard drives, let’s just say that I made sure that the right people got to see the edited versions. Frankly, it scared the shit out of them, especially when I let them know that there’s a lot more out there. So, just like how MI6 is keeping Larissa in Deep Cover in order to keep her shut the fuck up, the CIA is doing the same for you. I have the paperwork if you want to see it, but we’d have to burn it right afterwards. Officially, you’re reinstated, listed as Deep Cover, assigned to the same situation I am.”
I think about it, the shrug. “Thanks, but it doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. Rodrigo, a few months ago I found out that my very own sister wasn’t even my sister, that everything I was raised to believe in was so much bullshit. So I decided to choose my own side, and I chose. I have Larissa, she has me, and maybe some day we’ll have children ourselves. The rest of the world can go fuck itself if they don’t like it.”
Rodrigo nods, smiling tightly. “Children, huh?”
I nod once, firmly. “We’ve discussed it, she’s stopped her birth control. We’ll let nature take it’s course after that.”
He laughs, nodding. “No wonder she likes you. Come on then, I’ll show you the rest of the way around, and then… well, the training room has a pretty comfortable bed if you and Larissa want to spend the whole night in there.”
“We might,” I admit before we spend the next half hour going around the small property. It’s nice, five thousand square meters of land according to Rodrigo, and the agricultural areas are pretty sweet. When we reach the house though, I’m stopped momentarily as I see the love of my life on the floor, giggling like a little girl while she plays with the baby boy in the middle of the room. “Well, I see he’s got the touch already.”
“Oh, he’s a charmer all right,” Jessica says as she scoops up her son, who squalls once before realizing who’s holding him and hugging his mother tightly. “And like any Italian, he’s got a strong mama’s boy streak in him.”
After a lovely dinner prepared by Jessica herself at her insistence, we gather around in the living room, relaxing while the electricity builds between Larissa and I. Jessica smiles time after time as Larissa does little things, like sit slightly lower than me, waiting for me to answer a question, so many of the other little things that we don’t even notice any more but just take for granted. Finally, Jessica laughs after Ricardo goes to bed for the night, and we can talk about more adult matters. “So tell me Stephen, did you really have to train Larissa?”
Larissa growls a little and Jessica laughs, leaning against her husband. “Come off it Larissa, you are so submissive to him it’s obvious you love him deeply. I just… I never imagined a man truly being strong enough to be your total dominant. Maybe playfully in the bedroom, but in everything?”
“Not in everything,” I correct Jessica with a smile, stroking Larissa’s hair. “At work, outside our townhouse around Kalamata, she is the capo. About the only person who knows any different is Lihua, who we recently promoted to being a club manager. She walked in on us that first night when we were… sleeping together. She’s a sweetheart though, and she already called us Master and Mistress, so for her it was nothing, just a little more detail in her hierarchy.”
“Still… isn’t it hard? I’m not trying to pry guys, it’s just that… Rodrigo is my Master, in everything I do,” Jessica says. “It’s amazing, and I couldn’t imagine being his boss.”
Larissa gives me a glance, and I nod slightly, smiling before she answers. “Jessica, remember back to when I was teaching you, training you?”
Jessica blushes, nodding. I can see what Rodrigo sees in her, she’s got spunk, but she’s still cute and shy at times too. “Of course, Larissa. And I appreciate every lesson you’ve ever given me. I’m sorry if I insulted you.”
Larissa shakes her head, grinning. “My friend, you haven’t. You’re curious, and pretty damn cute about it too. But what I never talked about, because at first it didn’t apply to your situation but then because we never had to talk about it, is about respect. There is never an instant, whether it’s me being the boss or me being his submissive, that I don’t feel one hundred percent respected, and I don’t one
hundred percent respect him. I’d give my life for Stephen, and I know he’ll do the same for me.”
“Actually, that brings me to something,” I interrupt, and everyone’s eyes immediately swing over to me. “I’d been thinking about this for a while, but Jessica, I’m in your debt because you reminded me about something. It’s a unique situation that Larissa and I are in, I admit. She’s my teacher as much as she is… well, everything to me. Rodrigo, I told you earlier that Larissa is my team, and I was kind of hoping...”
I take Larissa’s hand and kneel in front of her, reaching into my pocket. “I was going to do this tonight before we made love, but I can’t wait any more. Larrissa Moraitis, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
I take the ring out of my pocket, holding it out to her. It was actually hard to keep the ring a secret from her, she’s so well connected in Kalamata, but once again the indispensable Lihua proved herself as important as any ‘slave’ could ever be. Right now that doesn’t matter, and what matters is Larissa’s beautiful violet eyes as she looks at the ring, then at me, blinking away the tears. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Dead serious,” I reply. “I know you’ve thought that there’s no happily ever after for women like you… well, I’m saying you’re wrong. Happily ever after is what we make it. And I want to make it with you. So… will you marry me?”
Larissa smiles, taking my ring and kissing it before kneeling down with me. “I am honored… my Master.”
The word floors me, and even Rodrigo makes a surprised sound at Larissa calling me her Master, but it doesn’t matter as I put the ring on and embrace her, kissing her deeply before holding her tight again, whispering in her ear. “You do know that I’m going to make a lot of mistakes.”
“And you know that it doesn’t matter to me. I love you, Master.”
