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Milo found himself at the Hidden Gem having a drink with Ryan within the next few hours. He had already made arrangements to stay the night, so he was not stuck driving back. He didn’t start at the sheriff’s office for a bit, so he would take the time for himself for now.
“So, man, what’s going on? It’s been a while. I swear the last time I saw you, you were a good-time boy. Now you look like you’re going to punch something. Was it that bad over there?” Ryan asked as he handed him a glass of bourbon in a small tumbler. Ryan was still the same man Milo remembered, except that now he looked happy. Milo remembered that Ryan was also in a hard place when he met Sara, who was now his wife and submissive. Milo didn’t want to settle down. He was happy with how things were going. Granted, he wanted to fuck and flog his sister’s best friend, but he was not about to tell anyone else that.
“Yeah, I’m okay, dude, but just it’s weird to be out in the real world. It takes some time to adjust. I took a position as the Lucky sheriff. I know, funny, but what the hell can happen in a small town. I need a break. I have seen and dealt with a lot of shit, and this is a great way to be normal, whatever the hell that is. Plus, my sister is there, and it’s close to the club. However, I have no problem getting it on with the ladies while in uniform, but I want them silent and tied up. If you know what I mean,” Milo stated as he took the drink from Ryan’s hand. The bourbon had a rich and woodsy taste, with a small hint of vanilla. Milo appreciated a good drink, and Ryan always had the best. Milo was used to cheap beer or even a whisky when he had the time to go to the bars.
A laugh startled Milo from his thoughts. “Speaking of your spunky sister, did you know she and her little friend filed an application for the club? Seems they both applied for submissive. Granted, I will let them both in, but her friend intrigues me. Seems she is that new author that has been blowing up the book world with her BDSM books. I have to admit that she has a lot of the lifestyle right, but she is missing the connection between the Dom and his sub. She is hoping to rectify this. What do you think? Have you met her before?” Ryan asked as sipped his drink, looking at Milo for a response.
Milo was shocked by this. He knew his sister wanted in the club, but what friend was he referring to? Maybe it was Riley, but she just got married. Maybe it was someone in town? “Who is the friend?” Milo asked.
“Her name is Viola Mathews, so do you know her?” Ryan was probing for information, and Milo knew it.
“I don’t know a Viola. What type of name is that anyway?” Milo was relieved he didn’t know her. That would be the last thing he needed. He was already going to have to talk to Sam about not coming when he was here.
“Oh shit, sorry, man. I mean, that’s her pen name. Her real name is Piper Andrews,” Ryan replied. Milo spat his drink out as the words came out of Ryan’s mouth. Red, could she be serious? Piper was not into that stuff. How could she be a writer as well? She worked at a spa doing paperwork and crap. She was a numbers person. Damn it, now he was going to be stuck not only seeing Sam, but Piper as well. Somehow the idea of seeing Piper naked and tied to a spanking bench with a nice pink and hot ass under his hands made his cock grow with need. The idea of her begging for him to take her hard and fast to release some of the growing desire that built inside her made him want to blow in his pants. He wouldn’t give in to her. No, he would take the time to play with her body and explore every inch of her, holding her down as her sweet pussy flowed with her natural nectar all down her leg. Shit, he needed to stop thinking of her that way. This was bad, real bad.
“I take it you know who she is now. I sent an e-mail to you sister and to Ms. Andrews as well. However, I need to provide a tour to both ladies and lay out a contract. So far they both have declined a Dom, and I was going to ask if you would be willing to do it for Ms. Andrews I know you have a day job, but you are allowed time to come out and play. What do you say? You let me know what it works for you, and I shall set the appointment with the ladies,” Ryan stated. Shit, shit, shit and fuck. Milo knew that he could let Sam go with another Dom or even Ryan, as she knew when to speak up, but Piper, who was too damn shy and quiet most of the time, would get eaten up here. She was a true submissive. He had seen the signs prior, but always tried to avoid the thought because he wanted to only look at her as a kid sister. She would do nicely in the bedroom, but she posed a challenge because she did speak up at time. However, the longer he thought about her as his submissive, the more he liked the idea. The main question he had to ask himself was could he do it?
“Okay, I’ll let you know when I get back to work what days are best for me. Sam needs someone strong as she is more like a firecracker on speed. Good luck with that one. With Piper I need to use a gentle hand. She is so skittish. I think this might have been Sam’s idea, so I will show her, and then she won’t come back. I’m almost positive of it.” Milo managed to say as he finished the last of his drink. He thanked Ryan and decided to head to one of the playrooms to see if anything was going on. He would find a sweet sub to watch that night and move on in the morning. Yeah, that was what he would do.
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Piper had helped Sam for the last week at the store. She was excited to finally have the stitches out. They had been itching and healing really well. She didn’t drive in with Sam, as Sam wanted to head over to Riley’s and take care of some house plants before the happy trio got home from their honeymoon. Piper told Sam she would pick up dinner at the diner and bring it home for a girls’ night in.
Once at the doctor’s, she was happy that it was only a short wait in the waiting room. There was only one other person in the waiting room, and it was an old man.
“You get bit by them Sasquatches? They leave a nasty infection if they do. I recommend pouring whisky on it. Helps clean out any infection they might infect you with,” the man stated. He was about six feet tall and sported a long brown-and-silver beard that hung to his chest. He had deep-blue eyes that twinkled with excitement behind his shaggy hair that hung to his shoulders. His smile was warm, though, kind of like a grandpa’s would be.
“Um, no, sorry, I didn’t. I tripped and fell into a drink tray. I don’t think I have met you before. I’m Piper, Piper Andrews. I just moved here.” She held out her hand to the man. He smiled back at her and took her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Piper. I’m John Winters. But around these parts they call me Old Man Winters. I’m glad you didn’t get bit. I em—” He was cut off by the nurse calling Piper’s name to go back. Riley thanked the man and headed back to the room. The stitches came out easily, and she was grateful to have the itchiness of the string be gone.
After walking over to Kelly’s dinner, she picked up two burgers with the works, fries, and vanilla shakes. It was a long week for her, and Sam needed to create a game plan for next weekend when they both would be heading to the club. After paying for the food, Piper climbed into her little car and headed home. Not noticing the gauges in her car lighting up, her car started to sputter and the front panel went dead as the engine cut off. Fuck! That was all she needed. She had done so well with not driving her car unless she needed it. Now the damn thing died on her, and on the side of the road. Maybe she could reach Sam before she headed home. Flipping her phone open, she noticed she had no bars. Shit, now what? Taking a deep breath, she started to gather all her bags and the food to head home the rest of the way. Suddenly a truck stopped behind her with blue and red lights flashing. Crap, maybe she would get a ticket. Why not? Her bad luck always came in sets of threes. First her car, then her phone, and now a ticket? Yup, normal day for Piper. She looked into the rearview mirror, and now it had moved to crappy day to shitty day. It was Milo. She had almost forgotten he was the new sheriff of Lucky.
“What seems to be the problem?” Piper said sweetly as she rolled down her window. Milo had a black Stetson hat on that looked hot with his black sunglasses and tan-colored sheriff’s shirt.
“There’s no problem. I just saw your car was pu
lled over and thought I might be able to help. What seems to be the problem with the car, Red?”
“The damn thing just died. I was driving, and then the front panel just went black and the engine cut out. I would think it was the battery, but I changed that before I moved here. I think it might actually be the electrical panel this time,” replied Piper.
“Why don’t I have a look and tell you what I think. Pop the hood for me,” countered Milo. Piper did as he requested and got out of the car to offer her help. When she got out of the car, she saw Milo leaning over the hood. He wore a pair of jeans that clung to his hips just right and emphasized his luscious ass. He was all man, and there was no way to deny it. Riley leaned over the hood as well to look inside and noticed, well, she noticed nothing. If the problem was electrical, then she would not be able to fix anything.
“Well, Red, looks like this time you’re right, nothing I can do, so let me give you a lift home,” Milo offered as he stood up, facing her. Piper could feel the heat from his body as it radiated off of him.
“Umm, it’s okay, Milo. Really, I can walk. But thanks.” And just like that, Piper dismissed Milo yet again as she reached into her car to pull out dinner and her purse.
“I don’t think so. As much as you seem to not care for my company, I am the sheriff in this town, and it is my responsibility to take care of everyone in the town. So again I repeat myself, which I am not accustomed to doing. Get in the truck, and I will take you home, Red.” Milo was looking at Piper with such force that it almost knocked her over. She scrambled without a second thought over to his truck and climbed into the passenger seat. Milo sauntered over and climbed into the driver’s seat without another word.
Milo had not wanted to see Piper until the time came when he would have to help Ryan show her the club. Granted, Milo was looking forward to it, but now here he was stuck in the cab of his truck breathing in her scent. She smelled so good. He couldn’t put his finger on it. It was a scent that reminded him of home. When she dismissed him again for the second time, it had Milo itching to smack her ass good for ignoring him. She was a definite sub, but she was one that would challenge him every step. He saw lots of red asses in her near future. Now he was starting to rethink the whole thing for her. When he was at the club last weekend, the women that where there held no interest for him. Yes, they were beautiful, and they wanted to play. However, none were as challenging as Piper or offered a fresh look to this lifestyle. He spoke with Ryan and Sara about Piper and his fears because, well, he always thought of her as a little sister. However, he and Sam were only just a couple months older than she was, but he felt much older half the time. He felt himself age by five years since spending time in Iraq. He learned that life was short and he didn’t want to play games, well, not normal mind games men his age normally played.
All too soon they pulled into Sam’s house and noticed that Sam was not home. Milo was surprised when Piper just sat there. She went to get out when her phone buzzed.
“Hello? Oh, hey, Sam, I just got home. Wait, what order? Just now. Okay, well, give me a bit, and I can head back to the store to help you. Really? You sure? I don’t mind coming back and helping. Sure, just call me when you’re on your way home.” Then Piper was off the phone and digging in her purse, looking for her keys, he suspected.
“I take it Sam will be later putting together a new order, and if I know my sister, she wants to get it together like yesterday. She won’t be home until late. Let me walk you in,” Milo said as he got out of the truck and heading for the front door.
Milo could tell that Piper was reluctant for follow him. Was she afraid of him? This was something he was going to rectify right now. Finally Piper got out of the cab. Her arms full of food, she tried to pull out her keys. Milo reached out and took the bags from her as Piper opened the door.
“Just put them in the kitchen. I don’t suppose you want to stay and have dinner with me since Sam is not here. I hate to waste food. It’s nothing special, just a burger from Kelly’s and a milkshake.”
Milo could tell she was hesitant to ask, but he was grateful that now he knew she wasn’t afraid of him. Maybe she was nervous? Was she thinking about him the same way he thought about her? Well, he was going to find out. He accepted and took the bags to the table where he separated the food and sat down. She followed suit. In comfortable silence, they ate their burgers. When they both were finished, Milo watched as Piper nibbled on her fries and sucked on her shake. Her lips were so lovely, with a plump bottom lip and a perfect top lip that framed her smile. He cleared his throat before he spoke.
“So let’s just get this out before anything goes any further. I talked with Ryan, the owner of Hidden Gem, and assigned you a Dom to show you around. The problem with this situation is that you were assigned to me. I want to know how you feel about this. It is not something I take lightly, and I will not be easy on you. If you want someone with a more delicate touch, I will find you someone else. What do you say?” Milo watched as her body suddenly tensed at his words. He knew she was aware she was accepted, but he did not suspect that she was aware he was a Dom. She looked up at him through her lashes before she spoke.
“Um, I’m not sure. To be honest, I was nervous about someone I didn’t know touching or showing me around. But I actually feel better that it is you. I trust you, Milo.” And with those last words she looked up, facing him straight on. His cock stood up at attention, and all the blood rushing downward guided his next move. Before he even realized what he was doing, he stood up and moved over her. He reached down and grabbed her by her hair, making her look up at him.
“I will have to submit to me, Red, make no mistake, but I want you to be sure you want this. Tell me now, and I will walk away.” Milo held Piper’s gaze, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. He saw none when she spoke.
“I want this. Just be careful. I am new to this.” That was all it took as Milo bent down and slanted his mouth over hers. She leaned into his kiss, standing up, and as he ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth, she opened up for him. She tasted of vanilla, all sweet and hot, and it intoxicated him. He reached down and grabbed her ass. He was right. She was all woman with an ass that needed squeezing.
“Come,” Milo commanded as he led Piper to her room.
Chapter Five
Once inside, he shut the door and took her in another heated kiss, leaving both him and Piper breathless.
“Before we go any further, I want you to pick a safe word, Red. Don’t do the stupid light thing everyone does. Pick something that you will remember and will not scream while I fuck you hard.
He could tell she was thinking, and then out of nowhere she blurted “Twinkie” out at him. He chuckled at her odd thoughts but found it comforting that she would open herself to him. He nodded, kissed her lips, and then took a step back, taking her glasses off of her face and setting them on the nightstand. He turned to face her.
“Strip. I want to see what’s mine.” He held her gaze as her eyes grew large. She hesitated for a moment, but then she started on her shirt. Today she was wearing a green-colored buttoned blouse. She took one button at a time, which drove him nuts as her lush breasts started to come into view. They were covered in a lacy plum-colored bra that barely contained her divine nipples as they poked through the delicate material. She had a tight stomach, and her skin looked soft, pale cream. Piper unsnapped the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down. She paused only a moment to look at him. He knew his eyes held desire. He had been fighting the attraction to her for so long, but the pull was too strong to try and fight. He also had to be honest with himself. He didn’t want to fight it. He wanted to be buried deep inside her velvet cunt, her screaming his name, and then do it all over again. Soon her jeans were down on the floor, and she stood gloriously in her bra and matching plum thong.
Piper could hardly breathe as she finished undressing. She would have never thought this would ever happen, but here she was standing in her panties and bra in fr
ont of Milo himself. He held a hand out to her, and she took it as she stepped out of her jeans. She knew she was wider in the hips and breasts than a normal woman, but the way Milo was looking at her, she felt like a seductive siren for the first time in her life. Milo pulled her to stand in the middle of the room. He slowly circled her.
“The bra,” he commanded. Piper didn’t hesitate as she reached back and unclasped the hooks that held her breasts in place. Once it was off her body, she dropped it on the floor to join the pile of clothes that she had created. “The panties,” was his next command as he held out his hand. Piper hooked her fingers into the sides and slid them down the rest of her lower body. Once she reached her feet, she stepped out and handed her panties over to him. He took them and walked over to the side drawer. From inside he pulled out a pair of scissors and put the strings showing her what he was doing. “You are not allowed to wear panties anymore. Do you understand me?” Piper nodded her head, unable to speak.
Milo shot her a glare before speaking next. “When you address me, it will not be with your head unless you have my cock in your mouth. You will answer with words followed by ‘sir.’ If you fail to do this, I will add to your punishment. Do you understand me?”
Piper wanted to nod her head again, but she had written about punishments, and personally she did not want to have pain inflicted on her unless she wanted it. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. She had so many questions, and she also needed to tell him something before they went further. Just as she was about to speak, Milo cut her off again.
“I want to remain silent until I tell you to speak. Right now I want you in position. I’m sure you know what I am talking about, considering your write about it all the time. Yeah, Red, I know about your books. Your little secret is not so little now, is it? Position, now.” His last command came out in a clear, dark volume that sent her pussy into overdrive. She had never had a man speak to her like this. Well, anyone to be honest. She did as he instructed and sank to her knees, spread her knees far apart, and rested her ass on her heels. She lowered her head, placing her hands on her thighs and keeping her back straight.
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