“Yes, Master,” she gasped, already trying to hump his hand.
“Hold still.”
She fell still even as another whimper filled the car.
“This is Sir’s birthday gift to you. You don’t want to be ungrateful, do you?”
“No, Master.” She already sounded like she was slipping into subspace.
“It’s also his Christmas present to both of us. And I plan on enjoying it.”
Less than an hour later, they were checked into their room and Kaden had opened the bottle of champagne. He made Leah strip, except for her heels and the formal leather collar he’d buckled around her neck from the items Seth had included. Then Kaden had turned off the lights in the room and opened the balcony doors. They stood on the secluded balcony and sipped champagne as the cool Gulf salt air swept over them. It was dark and the moon just a sliver, meaning no one who might be on the beach could see them.
He’d only shed his jacket. He moved behind her, his cock hard in his tuxedo slacks and pressing against the seam of her bare ass. “How many times have I fucked you while wearing this, love?”
She tipped her head back. “Not nearly enough times, Master.” She wiggled her ass against him, making him even harder.
He finished his champagne, took her empty glass from her, and set them on the small table out there. Then he grabbed her by the hair and kissed her, hard, tipping her head back almost to the point she lost balance, before lowering her to her knees.
“Then if someone wants a good fucking, I suggest they get busy showing their Master how eager they are.”
He glanced around but spotted no one who could see them as she unzipped his fly and fished his cock out, engulfing it.
Cradling her head in his hands, he buried his cock to the root in her mouth, holding it and waiting a long moment before withdrawing. She held on to his thighs, her control now totally ceded to him as he fucked her willing mouth.
“Sir included some interesting toys, love. You’ll spend some of the weekend with a butt plug in. I expect we’ll be getting delivery or room service.”
She moaned in agreement as her tongue did delicious things to his cock. He tightened his grip on her head and slowed his pace, afraid if he blew too fast that he might not be able to get it up for her again that night.
One of the bad effects he’d noticed lately. Not just his body’s stamina the cancer was eating away.
After a few minutes of that, he brought her back inside and slapped her on the ass. “Hands and knees, love. On the bed.” He closed the balcony doors as she complied.
Walking back to the bags, he dug out lube, a butt plug, and one of the nitrile gloves Seth had handily provided.
Spending several minutes teasing her while he lubed her ass, he finally started fucking the butt plug into her rim as she moaned and rocked her hips against him.
“Maybe I’ll make you wear it home,” he said. “So Sir can fuck your sweet ass when we get back Sunday evening.”
Her back arched as her moans rolled through her.
Yep, she was deep in subspace.
Once he had the butt plug seated inside her, he stripped off the glove and flipped her onto her back. Shoving his pants down enough he could fuck her, he slowly entered her, smiling as she did her level best to get him to fuck her faster, harder, deeper.
Nope.
He’d take his time and savor this.
After draping her legs over his shoulders, he pinned her wrists over her head. He could have put the leather cuffs on her, but didn’t want to just yet.
He loved holding her down and knew she enjoyed it as much as he did. When he looked back at the early days, he could almost laugh at himself and his reactions to the whole situation then. Understandable reactions, because he’d had no clue what he was doing except trying to keep her safe the only way he knew how.
Blindly flailing through the dark and hoping to grab hold of an answer to protect her from herself.
After that first night, when he’d totally lost his shit and spanked her, he’d sworn to himself he would never, ever lay a hand on her again if he wasn’t one hundred percent sure he was in complete control of his emotions.
Especially fear.
That had been a hard one, because there’d always been a level of fear in the early years. Fear of harming her, of going too far, of not going far enough. He’d had to refine that definition to mean terror, and illogical and irrational lack of control.
Measured worry and careful caution were good kinds of fear that had helped him learn so much in their years together.
Controlled fear.
Slanting his lips over hers, he kissed her, swallowing her needy moans, savoring every moment.
Trying to freeze it in time, absorb it into his cells, into his DNA. Whatever happened next—in the grand scheme of things—he wanted part of this and every moment to be carried with him into that, if possible.
The goodness.
The passion.
The love.
Slowly fucking her, he patiently bided his time, knowing from the way she rocked her hips below him that she was trying, working her way up that slope. He lifted his lips from hers.
“Come for me, love,” he whispered. “Give it to me. Be my good girl.”
She raised her head, trying to chase his lips and kiss him again. He smiled, still just out of reach. “No, you do what I said.”
Another whimper, more rocking, a slightly desperate sound to her breathing as she struggled to make it, to follow his orders.
To please him.
The slick walls of her pussy pulsed around his cock, the butt plug deeply seated in her ass making her feel even tighter, more delicious as he fucked her. He ground against her clit at the bottom of every thrust, loving the way her body responded to him, loving this, loving her.
Her body tensed as he felt the first quakes sweep through her. That’s when he started fucking her hard, releasing her hands and bracing himself against the bed for traction as she undulated underneath him. He felt her muscles squeezing his cock.
“That’s it, love. Perfect.” It didn’t take him long to catch up and explode, filling her, falling still as he stared down into her eyes before kissing her again.
“Love you, Master,” she whispered.
He smiled down at her. “Love you, too, love.”
Chapter Nine
Now…
Seth sat at the table and tried to stay grounded in the present, not lose himself in the past. He wanted to be here.
Now.
For her.
As Leah stood at the podium and addressed the attendees while she introduced their keynote speaker, Seth tried not to overlap tonight with that night just a few years ago.
He tried not to think about the unoccupied chair on the other side of where Leah’s seat lay. Ironically, it was a county commissioner whose afternoon flight back to Sarasota from a meeting in Tallahassee was canceled, and he couldn’t make it.
The Kaden spot.
It was tempting to close his eyes and allow time to mix and flow and think about that night. Here, in this very same venue.
Fortunately, they’d changed the paint and decor since then, so it wasn’t nearly as painful an experience.
After dinner, there was dancing and dessert. He allowed Leah to lead him out onto the dance floor, instead of the solo dance they’d shared in the atrium the last time.
Maybe he wasn’t the best dancer, but he held her and swayed in time and let her lead him around, lost in her beautiful green eyes.
Always lost in her.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
“For what, love?”
“For coming tonight. I can see it in your eyes.”
He gathered her close. “See what?”
She gently nudged him with her right elbow. “I’m fine. I’m glad I’m doing this again.”
“Sorry, babe.” He held her closer, not wanting her to see his face. “It’s just one of those things for me to g
o through.”
“I know.” They swayed in time with the music for another song before she looked up again with a smile. “Have I tortured you enough?”
“I’ll dance as long as you want.”
“I think I’m ready for dessert. Can I get you something?”
He kissed her. “You know what I like. I’ll meet you at the table.”
He was settled back in his seat when she returned with two cheesecakes covered with strawberries.
“Thank you, love.” He leaned in for a kiss from her.
“You’re very welcome.”
By the time they left later that night, Seth had managed to pull himself out of the worst of his funk.
“Did you have fun?” she asked.
He rested his right hand on her thigh, easing up the hem of her dress as he did. “I’m about to have even more fun here shortly.”
She giggled, helpfully spreading her legs. “Panty check, Sir?”
“No, you’re my good girl. Besides, in that dress, I would have spotted panties on you a mile away.”
At the next light, he had her dress up around her hips and was slowly finger-fucking her with his right hand.
“Is this considered distracted driving, Sir?” she teased.
“Well, apparently I’m not distracting you enough, because you can still form words.”
When the light turned green, he pulled his hand from her pussy and made her suck his fingers clean. He repeated this at every red light he caught—which, with careful timing on his part, was nearly all of them.
When they turned into the main entrance to their complex and were waiting for the gate to open, he smiled at her. “Naked, sweetheart.”
Her eyes widened, but she unbuckled her seatbelt and complied without complaint. This time of night, no one would be out, and if he parked right in front of the house she could make it from the car to the front door unseen from the street.
It was a little cool, but not too cold.
When he pulled into the driveway, she sat there, naked except for her jewelry and her shoes.
He grinned, reaching over to tweak her pebbled nipples. “Someone’s either excited or chilly.”
“The two are not mutually exclusive, Sir.”
The automatic timers on the Christmas display had already shut off, leaving the front yard shrouded in shadows. “Ready to go inside? Or would you like me to light the display again and walk you through it like you are right now?”
“Inside, please, Sir.”
“Good girl. Go unlock the door. I’ll be right there.”
A sprinter couldn’t have made it as fast as she did—in heels, no less—to the front door and got it unlocked.
He chuckled as he got out.
When he closed the door, he let out a startled shout and whirled around.
For just a moment, he would have sworn he saw a man standing behind him, reflected in the glass of the driver’s door window.
A smiling man.
A man who looked just like Kaden.
But…
Impossible. He’s just been on my mind tonight. Had to be my own reflection.
And if he moved just right…it did look like there were two of him.
The two different security lights casting drastically different angled shadows.
Laughing at himself, he followed Leah inside.
* * * *
Leah felt a thrill race through her as she hurried inside to turn off the alarm. Sometimes, Seth pulled little tricks like this out of thin air, an adrenaline jolt combined with an endorphin rush she couldn’t deny turned her on and got her hot.
The irony was, he only did things like this when he knew there was little to no chance of them getting caught.
It didn’t lessen the impact any.
She got the Christmas tree lights turned on and admired it, especially the two First Christmas ornaments hung prominently at the front. Seth followed her inside a moment later, pulling her into his arms.
“How’s the pool, baby?”
“I had the heater on earlier. It should be nice.”
He swatted her on the ass. Go check.” He shrugged off his tux jacket and started working on his tie.
She hurried out to the lanai and checked, found it comfortably warm, and turned to return to the house. She pulled up so short she nearly fell over, then laughed at herself. For a moment it almost looked like there was another man in the house, until she realized it was just Seth’s reflection hitting the sliders at an angle because of the lights from the Christmas tree.
Seth had already kicked off his shoes and was working on his shirt buttons when she returned to the living room. “It’s perfect, Sir.”
“Excellent.” He pulled her against him, his hands on her ass and his hard cock pressing against her bare pussy through his slacks. “Then go take your shoes off, grab some towels, get a band for your hair, and meet me out there.” He kissed her. “Hurry.”
He was already in the pool when she returned to the lanai. Joining him in the water, she swam over to him, wrapping her body around him, loving the feel of his hands on her ass.
“Hello, baby.”
“Hello yourself, handsome. I’m glad I got a picture of us at the banquet.”
“Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you earn tux privileges.”
She giggled. “Ooh, tell me more, Sir.”
“Let you walk around naked except for those sexy heels you were wearing, and we can play rich international playboy and sexy ingénue.”
“That’s one combo I don’t think we’ve hit yet.”
He rocked his hips against hers, his stiff cock rubbing along her clit and making her pussy throb even more than it already had been by the time they pulled into the driveway. Then he dipped his knees, rising at the perfect angle and impaling her pussy with his cock.
She bit down on his shoulder to stifle her happy moan, making him chuckle in reply.
“Mmm. Bitey. Someone’s going to pay for that.”
He slowly fucked her as she clung to him, his lips nibbling down her shoulder to her upper arm where he nipped, making her squeal.
“Uh huh. How do you like it, baby?” He lifted her up and slammed her back down onto his cock, driving another moan of pleasure from her.
Oooh, she loved pool sex with him. He could get aggressive and rough and not worry about either one of them hurting their middle aged bodies.
He fucked her like that for several minutes, not quite getting her over but she didn’t care. The joyful way he was fucking her soothed her heart and soul.
It meant he would be okay.
Walking her back over to the stairs, he pulled out but she didn’t have time to complain about that. He flipped her over, lining his cock up with her pussy from behind before sinking deep inside her again.
This time, he reached around her, his right hand settling on her clit and his left playing with her nipples. “Give it to me, baby,” he rumbled in her ear.
That was all it took. Between the feel of his cock fucking her and his fingers on her nipples and clit, she fell over the edge, her back arching as pleasure ripped through her.
He fucked her harder, faster, driving his cock deep inside her. “That’s my good girl,” he said, soon finishing and filling her, falling still as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
Sinking into the water, only their heads exposed, he cradled her body against his. “Better, baby?”
She drew his arms tightly around her as she tipped her head back onto his shoulder. “I’m looking forward to sleeping late in the morning.”
“Me, too.”
Neither made a move to get out. Leah was content to stay there with him and stare up at the starry sky through the pool cage screen. “That tux is sexy.”
He nuzzled the side of her neck. “I’m tellin’ ya, we can role-play. Or I can be sexy Dom in a tux.”
“Be careful, Sir. I might take you up on it.”
With the worst of their nightmare
now in the past, they had this together, their senses of humor.
Fun.
Playfulness.
In a way sometimes Kaden hadn’t been able to be with her out of…well, his well-placed fear. Later and toward the end, yes, absolutely. But the start of their relationship had been built not just on their love for each other, but also on his fear of her harming herself, and her fear of opening herself just to be harmed again.
It was a while before they’d been able to really have lighthearted fun.
Ironically, it was after Seth had returned home from his time in the military and had officially entered her life.
He shifted her in his arms until he was holding her. “Can we do Creature From the Black Lagoon role-play now?”
She draped her arms around his neck. “You’re no monster, Sir. Plus, you already ravished me.”
He waggled his eyebrows at her but that was interrupted by a sudden yawn that made her giggle before she started doing it, too.
“Okay. Sorry. Guess I’m worn out,” he said.
“It’s okay. Maybe bed is best.”
He carried her out of the pool, setting her on her feet so they could grab towels and wrap them around them. They headed inside to grab a quick shower to rinse off the smell of chlorine from the pool before curling up in bed together.
Snuggled tightly in his arms, she sighed. “This was a good night, Sir. Thank you.”
“I’d thought about maybe taking you somewhere for the weekend, then decided maybe we needed to make our own memories this weekend.”
She draped a leg over his. “I think I like this better. I’d rather spend tomorrow alone with you.”
“No Sigalo’s? Or the club?”
She thought about it. “I’d rather not. I want some quality snuggle time on the couch with you, now that the fundraiser is over. I have a meeting on Tuesday, but other than that, I’m done until next year.”
“Or they hook you into doing another fundraiser.”
“There is that. They were hinting around to see if I was interested in doing the spring fundraiser.”
“Oooh. Bigshot.” He nuzzled his face in her hair. “I’m okay with that if you want to. It’s your choice.”
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