Amy groaned and he stilled, giving her time to adjust. “Shh. It’s ok, we’ll go slowly.”
He’d been using plugs on her every night and although none were quite as large as his cock, he knew she would stretch to take him. He just needed to be patient, take his time, and give her time to adjust to his girth.
He moved slowly, taking more of her gently, stretching her to accommodate his cock. She kept lifting her bottom to him, offering it more and more, and when he brought one hand back to her clit, it was a matter of moments before she closed her eyes and threw her head back as her muscles clenched around him, signaling her first orgasm. Cade moved a little faster now, taking advantage of her relaxed state, of the easier entry as she came, and soon, he was almost all the way inside her and when he was, the heat, the tightness of her almost made him come and he had to still, to take more time.
“That was so good,” Amy murmured, opening her eyes, her pupils dilated now, her expression soft after her orgasm. “More. More, please. Fuck me, Cade. Fuck my ass hard.”
He made a sound and gripped her hip, taking the last inches roughly, forcing a cry somewhere between pain and ecstasy from her.
“You want me to fuck your ass hard, baby?” he asked, beginning to move, retreating halfway out then pushing in, then almost all the way out and plunging deep inside her all while her face contorted and she was on the verge of another orgasm.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, slapping her hip, fucking her harder now.
“I want you to fuck my ass hard!” she called out. “I want you to come inside my ass.”
He groaned again. “You want me to come inside your little asshole?” he asked, teasing her now, changing the rhythm of the fucking, forcing her to open her eyes when he pinched her clit hard.
“Yes. Oh… yes. Come inside my ass, Cade. Please.” With that, she was gone, her walls closing around his cock again as her body nearly convulsed as she climaxed, pushing Cade over the edge, milking his cock as he thrust once more deep inside her, spilling his seed deep into her ass.
Chapter Nine
“I wish you could be there with me,” Amy said into the phone. Tonight was her parents’ dinner party. She and Cade were invited along with a dozen or so of her parents’ closest friends. And of all the nights, Cade was on call and was delayed at the hospital with an emergency C-section.
Amy looked at the dress her mother had sent. It still had the tags on it as she held it just out of the box it had come in the other day. It was beautiful, but as much as she liked it, she couldn’t keep it. Not only that she couldn’t, she didn’t want to. Her mother still thought she could mold Amy into the perfect daughter. She had tried with Robin and failed and when that had happened, she’d moved on to transforming Amy. Even now, with Amy being married, she still tried.
“No, it’s ok, I understand, of course,” she said, shoving the dress back into the box and turning to look at her reflection in the mirror. She touched her newly cropped hair. She missed the length of it, but in a way, it was her asserting herself just a little. She’d probably grow it out again, but right now, when she would finally stand up to her mother, she needed to do it. Cade had supported her decision even though she knew he loved her long, thick hair. Now it sat in a cute short bob just past her chin and for the first time since she was a very young child, she had bangs. Amy had to admit, she liked the look. It was a little more edgy, more fun, more her, and she’d been able to donate her hair to Locks of Love. Although she was determined not to use that as an excuse for having done it when her mother confronted her.
Amy shook her head. She was a grown woman. Why was she worried about her mother’s reaction to her haircut? It was ridiculous!
“I’ll be there as soon as I can but I can’t promise anything. It depends on how the delivery goes,” Cade said. She understood totally, just wished it would have happened any other night.
“It’s really ok, Cade. I’ll have my phone with me so just check in, ok?”
“I will. Why don’t you take a taxi, that way you won’t have to drive home if you have a few drinks.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“I have to go, they’re ready for me,” Cade said.
“Ok. Good luck, honey. I love you.”
“Love you.”
With that they hung up and Amy checked her watch. Robin had texted her that she was going to bring Angela with her and asked if Amy could come early so she would be there when she finally told her parents. Amy wasn’t sure bringing Angela was the best idea but Robin thought with all the other guests there, she’d have a buffer.
Slipping on her other sandal, she picked up the box, went to her car, and drove to her parents’ house. She tried to call Robin on her way but Robin’s phone went directly into voice mail every time. It wasn’t like Robin not to answer and Amy didn’t have a good feeling about it.
When she arrived at her parents’ home, she saw that the circular drive was already lined with cars. She parked as close to the exit as she could and as she picked up the box to return the dress her mother had sent, a familiar sense of dread filled her as it did every time she visited her childhood home.
Her sandals clicked along as the gravel of the driveway and instead of heading to the front door, Amy made her way around back and slipped in from the kitchen.
“Amy!” the housekeeper called, coming to hug her.
“Hi, Laura,” Amy said. She liked Laura. The older woman had been working for her parents for over twenty years now and Amy had fond memories of Laura from her childhood. “How are you?”
“I’m fine, how are you? Look at your hair! Oh, you look just lovely! And where’s that handsome husband of yours?”
“Thanks,” Amy said, touching the short bob again, still not quite believing she’d gone through with it. “Cade will hopefully be by later. He’s on call and had an emergency.” She wished he were here now. She could use his support. “I haven’t seen you in a long time,” Amy continued, realizing as she said it that she was opening herself up to the age-old you need to visit more often comment.
“Well…” Laura began.
“I know,” Amy said, holding up a hand. “Don’t say it. I know. I need to visit more. Is Robin here yet?”
A look crossed Laura’s features and she nodded, her mouth tight.
“What?” Amy asked, knowing the answer.
“She upset your mother in front of some of her guests.”
“Did she have a friend with her?”
Laura nodded. “Yes, seemed nice but she left in an awful hurry. I heard them arguing in the study, Robin and her friend.”
“When was that?”
“About half an hour ago.”
“Where’s Robin now?”
“Not sure. I’d start in the study but maybe check her room? Go say hi to your parents first. You know how your mom likes to show you off.”
Amy groaned and went quietly out of the kitchen, making her way to the study via the longer corridor so she could avoid seeing any of the guests as well as her parents. But even before she entered, she heard her mother’s raised voice and her father trying to calm her. Amy took a deep breath and pushed the door open, wishing now she’d just worn the stupid dress to avoid adding to the scene in the study.
“Hello,” she said, feigning cheer as she took in the room. Her mother stood glaring at Robin who held a glass of what Amy assumed was whiskey in her hand. From the look of her, it wasn’t her first.
Everyone turned to look at Amy as she set the large box down on a side table. Robin held up her glass. “Welcome, sis. Cute haircut,” she said, taking a long sip of her drink.
“Where’s the beautiful dress I sent you to wear?” her mother began, walking toward her. She touched her hair then took her by the chin, turning Amy so she had a side view. “What have you done to your beautiful hair?” she asked, letting her go.
“Mom, it’s just a haircut.”
“And she looks terrific!” Robin interjected too loudly.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” her mom said, shaking her head.
“Carol, honey, calm down…” Amy’s dad said, taking her mom by the shoulders but unable to move her away.
“As if one disappointment isn’t enough,” she said, barely casting a look over at Robin.
Amy caught the hurt on Robin’s face but she covered it up quickly, like she had trained herself to do.
“Look at you.” She shook her head. “What did I do wrong to deserve these two…”
“All right, that’s enough,” her dad said, his tone harder as he physically moved her mom back now. “Girls, why don’t you go mingle,” he said.
“Let’s go,” Amy said, and when Robin opened her mouth to speak, she took her by the arm and pulled her out of the room. “I knew telling them tonight was a bad idea,” she said as she dragged her down the corridor and into the kitchen. She made eye contact with Laura but Laura just looked at them with pity and opened the back door, helping them slip out before anyone else could see them.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Amy said.
“She left,” Robin said as she settled into the passenger seat and Amy climbed in behind the steering wheel. “Mom was awful to her and I didn’t say a thing, Amy.” Robin was crying by the time she finished.
Amy realized she still held the drink when she downed the remainder of it. “We’ll get it all sorted, Robin. Let’s get out of here.” Amy started the car and drove out onto the road. “I’ll take you home.”
“No. Not home, please. Let’s go to Alex’s Pub.”
“I don’t think that’s a great idea.”
“Come on. Disappointment one and disappointment two,” Robin began, pointing first at herself and then at Amy. “I could use more to drink and you haven’t had any yet.”
“Robin, I’m not sure…”
“Come on, one drink.”
“Ok, fine. One drink!”
“Your haircut is cute, by the way,” Robin said. “Did you do it for you or to piss off mom?”
Amy exhaled, smiling. “A little of both. What happened?”
Robin folded her arms across her chest and Amy had the feeling she was hugging herself more than anything else. “I told them. Isn’t it obvious? I mean, yeah, mom’s crazy, but she doesn’t normally freak out like that. Only when her daughter tells her she likes girls instead of boys.”
“How did you do it, exactly?”
“Well, I introduced Angela as my girlfriend but obviously, they didn’t put it together. Or at least she didn’t. I think dad kinda knew though. I think he’s known all along. He just got really quiet especially when, after shaking Angela’s hand, mom pulled me along to introduce me to the son of a friend.”
“Go on.”
Robin shook her head. “I shook his hand and we all had a drink together and effectively ignored Angela. She just stood there watching me, waiting for me to speak up and I, like a fucking coward, couldn’t open my damned mouth.”
“Oh, honey…”
“She left, walked out. She’d driven, lucky for her I guess. That was when I dragged them into the study and told them. That was about the time you walked in.”
“Fuck.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Have you called Angela?”
Robin shook her head. “I fucked up this time, Amy.”
“No, you didn’t,” Amy said, pulling into the parking lot of the bar, feeling sorry for her big sister.
* * *
Cade showered quickly after the surgery and headed out to the parking lot while dialing Amy’s cell phone. The C-section had gone well, although it had taken longer than he had thought it would. He checked his watch. It was just after ten at night and he wondered if he should still go to her parents’ house or head home.
When Amy didn’t pick up by the fifth ring, the call went to voice mail and Cade left a quick message saying he was on his way. He climbed into his car and drove to her parents’ house. He wondered how it had gone with Robin coming out tonight. Amy had been worried and they both agreed the party was not the best place to share her news, but Robin was Robin: stubborn and determined. Sometimes he wondered if it wouldn’t help her too if she did find a partner who would spank her for her behavior. God knew she needed it.
Just over twenty minutes later, Cade pulled up to Raymond and Carol’s house. He scanned the long row of cars but didn’t see his wife’s. But she could have parked around back so after parking his car, he climbed out and headed to the front door. He rang the bell, assuming the party was sitting at the dining table, and Laura opened it.
“Dr. Hollister,” Laura said, looking surprised. “Fashionably late?” she quickly added.
“It couldn’t be helped. I hope I’m not too late though?” he asked.
Laura glanced behind her, quietly walked him back out and closed the door behind her. “Amy’s not here. There was a blowup between Robin and her mom,” she said. “Amy took her home. Or I assume she took her home.”
“When was that?”
“A couple of hours ago.”
“Ok, thanks, Laura. I’ll just slip back out.”
She nodded. “Good idea,” she said, then added, “They’re not bad people, you know, Carol and Raymond, I mean. They’re just stuck in how things should be.”
“Thanks again, Laura,” was all he said as he walked back to his car and drove toward Robin’s apartment, trying Amy’s cell phone once again. This time, she did pick it up. Or someone did with a giggle.
“Amy is not available to talk right now…” Another giggle. “Please leave your message after…”
He then heard the phone drop and it was a few moments before Amy cleared her throat and spoke.
“Cade?” It was Amy now.
“Amy, where are you and what is going on?”
“I’m just taking Robin home and will head home right after that. She’s a little drunk.”
“Where are you?”
She hesitated. “Just a few blocks from her house. I should get off my phone and pay attention to the road though. I’ll call you once I’ve dropped her off.”
“Amy, wait…”
But by then she’d hung up. Cade pulled up to the traffic light just two blocks from Robin’s apartment and waited impatiently until the light changed. When he pulled into the parking lot, it was just as Amy was parking her car. He watched as she climbed out of the car, stumbling once and dropping her phone before helping Robin out of the passenger side. That was when he saw another woman approach them and he knew it must be Angela, Robin’s girlfriend. He parked his car and walked up to the women, who only just saw him when he was a few feet from them.
“Cade?” Amy asked. “What are you doing here?”
“Need a hand?” Without waiting for an answer, he went to wrap an arm around Robin to support her and the four of them walked toward the front door.
“I’m Angela, by the way,” Angela said as she walked on Robin’s other side.
“Cade Hollister, Amy’s husband. Nice to meet you.”
“Here’s the key,” Amy said after fumbling through Robin’s purse.
“I guess she had a little too much to drink at the party,” Angela said.
“M-hmm,” Amy offered, not looking at anyone as she pushed the door open.
“That’s funny because I was just there and Laura said you’d left some time back,” Cade provided, carrying Robin into the bedroom and laying her down in her bed.
“Ang…” Robin began weakly, reaching out for the other girl’s hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh, it’s ok. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. When you’re sober.”
“Think you’ll be all right?” Cade asked Angela.
She nodded. “I’ll spend the night here. We’ll be fine.”
“Have her call me tomorrow, will you?” Amy asked.
“I will,” Angela said.
Cade waited for Amy by the door. She gathered her purse and walked out just before him. As soon as the door was closed behind him, he turned to her. “You, young lady, have some explaining to do.”
Chapter Ten
Amy had her keys ready by the time they stepped out of the building, but Cade put a hand over hers when she pushed the button to unlock the door.
“So where were you when I called?” Cade asked, his tone clipped.
“I was driving.”
“From your parents’ house? Took you a long time.”
Amy hesitated.
“How many did you drink?” he asked.
“Just two.”
“Two what?”
Amy hesitated. “Margaritas,” she admitted reluctantly.
“And you drove.”
“Literally we were one block away, Cade. Come on, don’t give me a hard time. Not today.”
“One block away at a bar?”
Shit! Amy dropped her gaze to her feet and brought her hand to her forehead before brushing it through her hair. She was caught. She inhaled a deep breath and looked up at him. “Yes,” she said. “We were at a bar.”
Without a word, he took her keys and locked her car, then took her by the arm and led her to the passenger seat of his. There, he planted her firmly onto the chair and strapped her seatbelt.
“What did I tell you would happen the next time you lied to me?”
“I’m sorry! It’s just…”
“What did I tell you, Amy?” he asked, raising his voice just a little.
She stared up at him, her expression belying her guilt, her knowledge of what was to come.
“I’d get an… enema.”
“That’s right. I’ve had more than enough, Amy. You lie so easily. You think I care that you went to a bar with your sister? I don’t. Hell, I get it. I can imagine how well Robin’s coming out went over. She needed you and I get that. But lying to me about it and then driving—even that short distance—after drinking two margaritas? No. No way.”
“I’m sorry, Cade.”
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