“Give him a minute,” he whispered in her ear.
Eric walked out slowly, talking with his lawyers. Then, he turned a smiling face on Lucy and Lake.
“It’s over. They deemed it a clean shoot. No charges.”
“Thank God!” Lucy hugged him close and Lake nodded and shook his hand.
“Let’s celebrate,” Lake said. “There’s already a crowd at our house, cooking and getting ready for our arrival. Steaks and corn on the cob and potato salad and beer. Sound good?”
“Sounds delicious,” Eric replied. “Let’s go.”
They started off, then Lucy pulled back. “Wait! I’m going to invite Briscoe and Marcy.”
She ran toward her friends, who were just coming out of the grand jury room.
When she was gone, Lake stepped closer to Eric.
“How are you doing?”
“I killed a man. How do you think I’m doing?”
“You killed a criminal. You killed a man who was trying to strangle the woman I love. If you hadn’t killed him, then I would have tried to find a way. And, if he’d succeeded and killed Lucy, I would have killed him, and you for letting it happen. It’s a vicious cycle.”
“Very funny,” Eric replied with a frown.
“All I’m saying is that Baker made his choices. His choices are what led to his death. Not you.”
“I know. I’ve told other people that for years. It’s harder to hear, though, when you’re on the other side. A man’s dead because I shot him. I was judge, jury, and executioner. I have nightmares, Lake. I can see his face, hear him screaming that he’s going to kill her. Then, suddenly, he’s standing at the end of my bed calling me a murderer.”
“You’re not a murderer. You saved the woman I love. When you think of the bad part of it, remember that. Lucy is alive because of what you did.”
Eric smiled, and the smile increased when Lucy joined them.
“They’re going to follow us. So, Eric, you sticking around after everyone is gone? Lake says he has a surprise for me tonight.”
“Oh, yummy,” Eric replied. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Well, good. That means you’ll stay and play with us.”
“Making plans without my permission, Vixen?” Lake turned toward Lucy, his eyes twinkling.
“Will it get me punished?”
“Most definitely.”
“Then, yes, I guess I am.”
Lake stopped and turned toward Lucy.
“You know, Vixen, one of these days I’m going to make you go without a punishment. How would you like that?”
She gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
* * * * *
“I don’t like that grin on your face,” Lake said as Lucy approached him. He was cleaning the grill rack while it was still warm.
“I think we should fix Marcy up with Diego. What do you think?”
“Are you serious?” He stopped scraping and turned toward her. “Is Marcy even a sub?”
“I don’t know, I never asked. It’s not normal lunch conversation. But they seem to enjoy talking to each other.”
She turned her gaze toward the two. They’d been talking for much of the evening, and seemed to be getting along. The party was winding down, and most guests had left. Numerous people had shown up to show support for Eric, and to celebrate the grand jury’s decision.
“Stop playing matchmaker,” Lake said.
“Hey, it worked for us.”
“Only because I knew how to handle you.”
“Oh really? From the beginning?”
“Don’t start with me, Lucy. And I’m telling you, Marcy couldn’t handle Diego.”
“I’m going to push for it,” she said, skipping away from him.
“Lucy! Lucy, get back here!”
“And her hair’s not even bright red,” Eric said, sitting down and taking a swig from his beer. “Lucy, you got some ’splaining to do.”
Lake laughed and pointed his grill tool toward Eric’s beer. “How many of those have you had?”
“Too many to drive. What’s on tap for tonight?”
“Destiney finished Lucy’s collar. I was going to wait and give it to her for a wedding present, but that’s still six months from now. I don’t want to wait that long. I want her officially collared as soon as possible. I was hoping you’d be among the witnesses.”
“Here?”
“No, at Tygers. My baby doesn’t like to be naked in front of people, so I’ll make her do it every once in a while. Takes her out of her comfort zone. Reminds her that she belongs to me.”
“Good plan.”
“Let me tell you, she’s a wildcat. She’s a damned good sub in the bedroom, but outside of it she has a mind of her own. And I love it!”
Lake waved at several friends who were heading out. Lucy was at the gate, checking to make sure that everyone who was driving hadn’t had too much to drink.
Diego and Marcy were the last to leave, and after they’d gone through the gate, she laughed at Lake.
“See. I told you there might be something there.”
“You. Naked. Living room. Now.” He pointed the scraper at her.
“I thought we were going to Tygers.”
“Lucy. Don’t argue with me. Naked. Living room. Now. And make sure you’re on your knees.”
She headed toward the house, stopping to pet Fred on her way. He laughed as he heard her mumbled something to the dog that sounded like, “I wasn’t arguing and he didn’t have to be pissy.”
“See what I mean?” Lake threw up his hands.
“You love it,” Eric replied. “You wouldn’t have her any other way.”
“You’re right. I’m counting my blessings everyday.”
They moved toward the house and when they went in through the back door, Lake was gratified to find Lucy naked and kneeling, facing toward the couch, her arms behind her back.
“Go and get George,” he said. “Then come back to the same position.”
She went to the bedroom quickly and he and Eric sat down on the couch.
“You feeling all right?” Lake asked.
“Sure, I’ve had a few of these.” He held up his beer bottle.
“We’ve had this discussion.”
“You’re right, we have. But Lake, I…”
They fell silent as Lucy entered.
“Bring the chair,” Lake said.
She moved the Papasan chair in front of the couch and settle back into the cushion.
“Make love to George.”
She bit her lip, then slid the vibrator into her mouth, sucking it deep. Lake’s cock hardened but he was determined not to take her until after the collaring ceremony tonight.
“Good girl. Keep going.”
He and Eric settled back to watch as she turned George on, then slid him over her nipples and around her breasts. Her soft moans filled the living room and his cock began to throb. He glanced toward Eric, who watched, but was not as affected as Lake was.
Worry for his friend settled into his mind. The next few months weren’t going to be easy. Eric was going to have to come to terms with killing a man, and he and Lucy would be there to help. He just wasn’t sure exactly what he could do.
When Lucy’s moans increased he smiled. She’d moved George down to her clit, sliding him back and forth over the swollen nub.
“May I come?”
“Not yet. I like watching you. Fuck yourself.”
She scooted down in the chair and slid George home, her pussy opening easily to take the toy deep inside her. She moved a hand to her breasts, tugging and pulling at her nipples as she called out Lake’s name, begging him for release.
“Not yet.”
“Master.” She whined as she bucked against George. “Please!”
But Lake just shook his head. “You’ll come when I’m ready for you to.”
“Suck him. Clean your juices off. Just make sure you turn him off, first.”
Her loud sucking noises replaced her groans and Lake palmed his cock. He looked to Eric, who shook his head. Lake nodded, then stood and walked to Lucy, unzipping his pants.
“Suck me instead. Put George back in your pussy.”
She sucked him in greedily, George disappearing back inside her folds. Lake felt the pressure build in his balls and he stroked Lucy’s hair.
“Take it all, baby.” He shot off instantly, the feel of her warm mouth more than he could handle. He was gratified to feel her swallow his offering.
“Come, Lucy,” he groaned. “Come for your Master.”
And she did, her hips shooting off the chair as she continued to suck his cock, which still throbbed in her mouth. When she finally released him and relaxed in the chair he gazed down at her. “Damn, you made me lose control. I hadn’t planned on that.”
“I guess you’re just going to have to punish me.”
“I guess I am.”
* * * * *
“Hands on the table,” Lake said, swatting Lucy’s behind as she walked by him. It was just the two of them. After the collaring ceremony, Lake had left her long enough to see that Eric was put into a cab for a ride home.
Now they were in room four, the room they’d always used at Tygers.
The collaring ceremony had been perfect.
About twenty people had gathered for the collaring, including Diego, without Marcy. Lucy had wanted to ask where she was, but Lake had told her to behave.
Now, she waited for his command, her hands on the table, her feet on the ground with her legs spread wide. She closed her eyes and remembered back to her first time in this room with Lake. How wonderful it had been, and how much she’d fought their original encounter.
“Master?”
“Hush, Vixen. I’m just enjoying the view. How does your collar feel?”
“Fantastic.” The leather was heavy on her neck. It had three large O-rings and a large padlock in the back. Destiney had studded it with lapis, the same stones that she’d used to make the collar that Lucy wore in public. To mark the occasion, Lake had hung little padlocks from her nipple rings and her slave ring, attaching them together with a fine chain.
When he’d clasped the collar around her neck, and the click of the lock filled the room, Lucy had wanted to run into his arms.
“You look so beautiful. I just can’t decide where to start, because I want to do everything. Turn towards me.”
She rotated toward him, lowering her gaze submissively when he was in full view.
“My Lucy. Maybe we should go home and take the bike out for a ride. I wonder if you would wiggle too much when the vibrations made you come.”
“I learned to control that after I was pierced. I wouldn’t come.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “You think? Well, let’s test that theory. We’ll leave all the locks and chains in place and take you for a sweet ride. If you come you’ll get punished. And believe me, Lucy, I’ll know.”
Lucy gasped when he crossed to her, cupping her face and pressing their lips together.
“Who do you belong to, Lucy?”
“You, Master. Only you.”
“That’s right. Now, let’s go take that ride.”
Lucy grinned. “At least I get to wear my clothes.”
Lake lifted his eyebrows. “Don’t tempt me to make you ride naked, Lucy. We could find a nice deserted road, with you wearing only boots to protect your feet and calves from burns.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Lucy’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
“Try me, Vixen. Just try me.”
Melinda Barron
Melinda Barron loves to explore Egyptian tombs and temples, discover Mayan ruins, play in castles towers, and explore new cities and countries. She generally does it all from the comfort of her home by opening a book.
Melinda is the fourth of five children born to an Army officer and his wife. A longtime newspaper journalist, Melinda has loved to read and write from an early age. Now she lives in the Texas Panhandle with two cats, Amelia and Pippin, and enough books to, according to her brother, open her own library. In addition to reading and writing Melinda enjoys travel, cross-stitching, watching movies and spending time with her friends and family.
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