by Dakota Trace
“Hmmmm.” He released her nipple with soft pop. “You have very sweet little nipples, kitten. Very responsive.” He slid his hands down to rest on the hollow of her stomach as his mouth found her other nipple. Instant fire surrounded the peak causing the rising sexual tension inside her to grow. As his fingers flirted with edge of her shorts, she panted.
She couldn’t control the frantic tremors that shook her body as her desire rose to unfamiliar heights. She’d never felt this way with Obed. Never been so focused on what a man was doing to her body. Would he touch her lower, or just let his fingers rest against her? Her hips rocked up and off the table as her body begged for more. “Sir…please?”
He tore his mouth away from her breast, only to shift his body until he was now at the side of the table, rather than the head of it. “Is this what you want, Alyce?” He unbuttoned the top of her jeans, then slid his fingers under her bikini bottoms to part the lips of her pussy. She moaned brokenly when his finger skimmed across her clit to circle her opening.
“So damned wet for me.” His answering growl, caused another flood of moisture, this time soaking his fingers. Immediately shame tried to rise, but she forced it back. This was Kaleb, her Sir, not her asshole ex-husband. He would cherish it, wouldn’t he?
“Perfect for what I have in mind.” His hand slipped free, and then he was gone. Tears stung the back of her eyes. Had she been wrong?
“Shhh.” He came back into view, something in his hand. “I’ll never leave you alone, sweetheart. I just needed something from my toy chest.” He held up a soft crushed velvet bag. The dark purple of it reminded her of a Crown Royal bag, but much smaller.
“Sir?”
Opening the bag, he dumped something that looked suspiciously like miniature barbells into the palm of his hand. “These are called Luna beads. Similar to benwa beads, they will rub over your g-spot and bring you pleasure.” He moved closer, setting the connected balls on the table next to her hip before reaching for the zipper on her pants. “And for the duration of the party, you’re going to wear them for me. “
Fear tried to push its way forward, but was overridden by need and curiosity. She’d never experimented with toys before. “But what if they make me want to come, Sir?”
He gave her a mischievous smile as he tugged hard on the denim, stripping both her jeans and bottoms down to her knees. “That’s what they designed to do. Now relax for me.” He moved further down the table, his head dipping toward her exposed lap. She expected to feel the cold press of the toy against her opening, instead what she got was the brush of firm lips, then a hot, slick tongue parting her labia. She gasped at the unexpected heat, pleasure jolting her. “Sir!”
His answering growl, sent her even higher, twisting her insides until she ached for something more. “Mmmmm.” He gave her one last lick, before pressing gently against her opening. She arched toward the pressure, eager to be filled, even if it was by his fingers. She clamped down on them, a broken moan passing her lips. She’d been empty for so long.
“Tight.” He cocked his fingers, brushing against something so electric, if she hadn’t been restrained she’d have shoved his hands away.
“No….” She panted, sweat breaking out on her forehead. The building urge to pee, to release was overwhelming. And after making such a big deal about not being able to come, he shouldn’t be able to make this happen, so easily.
“Yes,” he snarled, his free hand parting her folds to expose her clit. She barely was able to muffle her scream against her upper arm, when he attacked it with his tongue. The combination of his fingers and flicking tongue sent her flying over the edge. Spots danced before her eyes as the world as she knew it turned inside out, and brutal pleasure consumed every inch of her. She barely registered her broken cries or his answering sounds of approval when she sagged back down on the table. When his head finally lifted, and she met his eyes, she burst into tears at the possessive satisfaction she saw there.
“That’s my good girl.” He unbuckled her wrists and pulled her onto his lap. His hand stroked up and down her back, as he gently rocked her. She wasn’t sure how long they sat that way, until she finally quieted.
“Better now?” He lifted her chin, to look into her eyes.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Your orgasm was beautiful, kitten. Made me so damned hard, I nearly came with you.” He smiled ruefully, and shifted under her, making her very aware of the steel-hard erection under her ass.
“Do you want me to…”
He shook his head. “Nope. I’ll be fine.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “The way I figure it, I’m way ahead of you in that department. But…” He gave her a quick grin. “That doesn’t mean you’re getting out of wearing the Luna beads.”
She flushed. “But what if they make me want to come again, Sir?”
He gave her a wolfish grin. “I’m counting on it.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Smile, kitten, before your daughter thinks you’re mad.”
Kaleb’s whispered admonishment stirred the fine hairs at the nape of her neck as he brushed up against her in the water. Clinging to the side of the heated pool in front of her, she was so ready to drown her dominant. Not only were the Luna balls driving her insane, the man was evil personified. Heaven help her, if he grabbed her hips one more time, under the guise of steadying her, she'd kill him. It wouldn’t matter that her daughter, his family, and their friends were present. She’s drown his tormenting ass in his own pool.
“Remember, you’re not allowed to come without my permission.”
The smug satisfaction in his tone, made her want to kick him. But she refrained. The possibility of him, later on, denying her release was a strong deterrent.
“Momma, Momma!”
Her daughter's insistent shout dragged her thoughts away from her murderous intentions. She glanced over her shoulder, and forced a smile. “I'm watching, sweetheart.” She tried to put a little more distance between herself and Kaleb, as her daughter dove under the clear water to retrieve the silver coin that Kaleb's nephew had tossed in the deep end of the pool. It was a time-honored pool game that she remembered playing with her own dad.
And one I never thought I'd see Anissa ever play.
Not only because of her daughter's autism, but because Obed had very rarely shown his playful side, if he'd ever had one, to his daughter. Nope, insults and suggestions on how Anissa could do and should do better were more his speed.
“She's getting good at that.” Kaleb chuckled when Anissa popped back up, the shiny coin clasped in her hand.
“Almost as good as you are....” His hand cupped her left hip and gently rocked her against the side of the pool. She bit back the soft moan as the toy shifted inside of her. “...at hiding how close you are to coming from everyone. I'm very impressed, kitten.”
“Bastard.” she muttered under her breath just seconds before Alfie’s voice, his sister’s husband, cut through the early evening air. Kaleb's gaze narrowed in a way that promised retribution. The flutter in her stomach warned her that it would probably come in a form that would have her begging her Sir to let her climax.
“You're lucky we have company.”
She gave a broken sigh, after he reluctantly released her to stroke across the pool to his brother-in-law. With the setting sun bouncing off his wet torso, she couldn't stop from admiring her Sir's physique. Damn what she wouldn't give to cling to those broad shoulders while he moved over her. Or would he even let that happen? The memory of soft restraints he'd used earlier weren't far from her mind.
“You okay, hon? “
Alyce started at the sudden feminine voice that had broken through her semi-erotic thoughts. After hiking up her leggings to her knees, Bella lowered herself onto the edge of the pool. She gave a pleasurable sigh as her feet slid into the warm water. Alyce couldn’t help but marvel at the other woman. She was still having a hard time relating the strong, caring teacher to the submissive she’d watc
hed at New Beginnings. Honestly, if she hadn't seen the woman submit, she'd have judged her to be the average everyday girl next door. Bubbly and always moving, while dragging everyone else along in her wake - a woman not afraid to seek out another lone woman, and see how she was doing.
“I guess. The water feels great despite the springtime chill in the air, and Anissa is enjoying herself...”
Bella giggled. “I imagine it does feel good. A sharp contrast to whatever torturous device Kaleb has managed to hide in plain sight.”
Alyce's cheeks flushed. How the hell had... She opened her mouth to deny it, when Bella patted her hand.
“Don't bother to deny it. I've been in the scene long enough - and watched enough of Kaleb's subs to know how undeniably devious he can be.” She leaned down. “If it makes you feel better, I've been walking around all day with a remote controlled vibrating egg in my panties. Hence the reason I didn't, or rather couldn’t, bring my suit with me. Water and toys don't always mix.” She gave a slight grimace, one so faint, that if Alyce hadn't been staring directly at her face, she wouldn't have caught. Bella held her breath for several seconds before letting out a shuddering sigh about thirty seconds later. She didn't even look over toward Ethan, who seemed to be in a deep conversation with Kaleb and Alfie.
“Asshole,” the other woman muttered under her breath.
Alyce bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing and drawing the men's attention. But a giggle still managed to escape.
When Bella glared at her, she shrugged her shoulders, being careful not to move. “Shit, I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed…but to think that I’m not the only one....” She carefully turned and let out a sigh as the movement didn't jar the balls too much.
A reluctant smile crossed Bella's face. “I probably would’ve if I had been in your place. But no worries. We subbies have to stick together.” Bella shifted slightly on the edge of the pool. “And as such…” she leaned a bit closer. “I should probably let you in on a well-known secret amongst those of us of the more submissive nature…the secret of surviving our men’s brand of torture?” Glancing around, she checked the locations of the playing kids. “Even though they are being sadistic asses at the moment, they never let us go away unsatisfied, if you get my drift?”
Alyce’s breath caught in her throat at the memory of first release at Kaleb’s hands. He had definitely made sure she hadn’t left the play room unsatisfied.
“From the look on your face, I see you know exactly what I’m talking about. Sure I’m on edge right now but later....when Ethan finally orders me to…” her eyes grew misty, almost dreamy. “Let me tell you…it’s pure nirvana. So intense that you won’t think you will survive it intact. But you do.”
“I will?” Alyce nearly lost her grip on the edge of the pool, as she tried to imagine an orgasm stronger than the one Kaleb had coaxed out of her earlier. She had barely survived the almost painful pleasure.
“Oh, yes.” Bella patted her arm. “Delayed gratification can be enough to send you into subspace. The wave hits, knocks you off your feet - until all you can do is cling to the man responsible, knowing he’ll catch you, no matter how high you fly or how far you fall.”
Alyce wanted to ask how Bella could trust her dominant with such submission, but the sound of running feet and a cry of a pain broke the air. Bella swung her legs out of the water and was on her feet before Alyce could even figure out how to pull herself out of the pool.
“Damnit, we told the kids no running.” She glanced down at Alyce as Kaleb’s oldest nephew, Matthew, came up tears running down his face, holding his knee. “You just stay put and keep an eye on the rest of the kids while I take care of Matt’s boo-boo.” She gave Alyce a wink. “That way you don’t risk a punishment later because you...jarred something you shouldn’t have.”
Alyce flushed, but gave a short nod. “Thanks, Bella.”
“No problem. Like I said earlier...we…” she phrased her replay carefully as she took Kaleb’s nephew’s hand. “…women have to stick together.”
* * * *
“Got a second to talk, little brother?”
Kaleb glanced up from the sizzling meat to catch a glimpse of his sister’s serious expression. A quick glance around, showed nothing more than a deserted pool. Alyce and the kids had gone in earlier to take advantage of the warm towels he’d set out. Not even Bella or Ethan remained. Probably slipped off for a little alone time. But that didn’t help Kaleb at the moment. He was completely alone with his bossy older sister. Something he had tried to avoid all day.
“I guess.” He made a production out of flipping the burgers.
“Poor Kaleb looks so put out about having to talk to his favorite sister.” Karen patted his cheek.
“Only sister, don’t you mean?” He reached for the plate next to the grill.
“Semantics.” She snatched the plate out of his fingers. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”
He sighed. “If it’s about Alyce, I don’t want to hear it.” As a natural busybody, Karen seemed to know everything about everybody. And the last thing he wanted was for his sister to badmouth the woman he’d fallen for.
Fallen for? The thought hit him like a poleax. When the hell had that happened? But as the thought sank in, he realized it didn’t matter. Alyce wasn’t like his ex-wife, who put her needs above everyone else’s. No, his Alyce was a soft giving submissive who was willing to give him what he needed without expecting anything in return, as their earlier conversation about his needs had proven.
Karen chuckled and lightly swatted his shoulders, breaking through his woolgathering. “Relax. From your expression, I’m sure you think I’m gonna give you shit about Alyce. But I’m not gonna say anything bad about your new older girl-friend.”
Kaleb rolled his eyes, glad she’d mistaken his silence as his reluctance to talk about Alyce. While it didn’t matter to him that Alyce was nearly ten years older than him, he knew he’d never hear the end of it, if his sister realized how head over heels he was over his sub. “Age is just a number, and if I recollect correctly, isn’t your lovely husband a few years younger than you?”
She smacked his shoulder even harder. “So I wanted to train him, so what.”
“Exactly.” Kaleb made a show out of rubbing his shoulder.
“All joking aside, Kaleb, she seems like a really wonderful woman. Nothing at all like that tramp of a sister of hers. I swear Samantha O’Connell will sleep with almost anything with a dick. If I’d have found out you were dating her, I’d have pushed her into the pool, and watched her drown.”
He shook his head. “Blood thirsty, much?” He tested one of the burgers, then motioned for her to bring the plate closer. “Burgers are done.”
She held the plate for him. He gave her a smile as he started piling the cooked burgers on it. “Curiosity aside, what the hell does Sam have to do with my relationship with Alyce?”
“Let’s just say, I don’t trust the woman as far as I can throw her. She’s never happy with what she has, and heaven forbid allowing her little sister to be happy.”
Dread pooled in the pit of his stomach. “What do you mean?”
“Let’s just say several years ago, shortly after her sister’s wedding, I happened to overhear Sam bragging to one of those cronies she hangs with, about how she hoped her sister loved her wedding gift – free advice to the groom on how Alyce needed to be treated and controlled, so she wouldn’t stray.” She gave him a pained look. “I never found out exactly what she told him, but I wasn’t surprised when Alyce filed for divorce a few years later.”
“Yeah, her ex is a total ass – as I found out first hand when he showed up at the youth center.”
“Right.” She waited for him to shut off the grill. “I just wanted to warn you that it’s not the ex, you need to worry about – the law will keep him away. It’s Sam. If she thinks for a second Alyce is happy with a new man in her life, Sam will make it her mission in life to destroy her happi
ness.”
“The hell she will.” He slammed the lid shut.
“Forewarned is forearmed, little brother.”
He nodded, before following her into the house. Message received. Watch out for the back-stabbing sister.
* * * *
“I want you to call me when you get home, kitten.” Kaleb leaned in, bracing his arms on the inside of Alyce's open car window. Once more dressed in the faded jeans and flannel shirt that she'd shown up in, he couldn't believe he was letting her leave without experiencing her pleasure again. But the drooping eyes of the twelve-year-old in the backseat reminded him why he had chosen to wait. Alyce's daughter came first. And always would, if he had anything to say about it. He was going to prove to both his sub and her daughter that he was different as night from day to her asshole ex. He'd have all the time in the world to listen to her screams of pleasure. Even if his aching cock protested the delay.
“Fine.” She gave him a curt nod, before shifting very carefully in her seat.
He resisted the urge to smile. It seemed however, that sweet little Alyce wasn't quite appreciative about his noble intentions. Or it could be the six times you nearly pushed her into orgasming in the pool – followed up by that fast and heavy make out session after supper, Terzis.
“Is that attitude I'm hearing?” Even though he kept his voice soft, the sharp little ears in the backseat picked up his words.
“That’s not good, Momma. Mr. Kaleb doesn't like bratty behavior. If you keep it up, you’ll have to take a time out.”
