by Tara Oakes
I guess that’s why he’s so well suited for undercover work. That’s how we met, after all. He was working the biggest case of his career, undercover as an outlaw biker in the SLAYERS MC, in Chisolm. I was in town visiting my best girlfriend from college, Lil, who just so happened to be the Ol’ lady of the V.P. of the SLAYER’s MC biggest rival … The Kingsmen MC.
Throw in a murder investigation and an MC war, and that’s pretty much how Chris and I came to be. He closed that case and earned a promotion because of it, but he hasn’t slowed down one bit.
I don’t get much information about his work — almost all of it is confidential. Sometimes that’s a blessing; sometimes it’s a curse. I know full well I’d be a nervous wreck if I really understood how dangerous it truly is. On the other hand, it makes me feel like an outsider to his life.
I already sacrifice more than I’d like for his career. He’s gone the majority of the time, leaving me with cryptic messages or quick texts just to let me know he’s alive.
I understand sacrifice, really I do. I’m prepared to forfeit those things for now, as long as there’s an end in sight. If only I knew that one day soon it would be better, that he wouldn’t be gone as much, that I wouldn’t come in second to his job, to the Bureau.
I lazily trail my fingers over the tiny hairs on his chest, savoring the moment.
A quick urge to yawn takes hold and I moan through sleep’s precursor.
“Shh, Princess,” he kisses my forehead as I snuggle in closer to his side. “Get some sleep. We’ll go out to breakfast in the morning.”
“Brunch?” I ask optimistically.
He laughs. “You’re trying to turn me in to a pussy.”
I slap him playfully. “Plenty of respectable men eat brunch.”
He exhales deep. “Fine. We’ll go to brunch. But I’m wearing my shades so no one recognizes me. I’ll never hear the end of it from the guys if they find out. Deal?”
I nod my head. “Deal.”
~*~
The bright morning sun and sounds of running water wake me, as I stir from the most delicious dream ever. Chris. Me. A sex swing.
I turn over and glance at the small numbers on the nearby alarm clock. 7:49? Ugh! Too fucking early. Brunch isn’t served until at least ten. Why is he up so early?
“Hey babe? You can sleep in, we don’t have to be the first ones there,” I sit up and call loud enough to be heard through the bathroom door which is slightly ajar. I hear the shower turn off.
Silence.
“Chris?”
The door opens fully and I take in his tan, muscular, body while he strolls out. He’s using a fluffy white towel to wipe at the droplets of water on his skin.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Princess,” he’s careful not to make eye contact.
Fuck.
I throw myself back down against the pillows. He’s always going to make it up to me. That’s what he promises right before work calls him away for God only knows how long.
“When?” I ask deliberately and unenthusiastically.
He busies himself by stepping into the dark grey suit pants he retrieves from the hanger already set out near his closet.
“I called in this morning right before my jog. Something big’s about to happen and I gotta be there. This is one of the director’s pet projects. I can really stand out if I’m there.”
I don’t move. I don’t speak. I’m pissed.
“This could be it, Princess. This could be what gets me my next promotion,” he attempts to make his case.
I yank the blankets high up under my chin and close my eyes resolutely. “Fine. Go. I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”
I feel the bed dip as he leans on his knee to reach me. “Don’t be like that, Jess. You know this is what I do, who I am. I’m not some nine to fiver. I’m an FBI agent. But, I promise —“
I interrupt him. “Yeah, I know. You’ll make it up to me when you get back,” I finish his sentence for him.
He sighs long and deep. “I will. I promise.”
He kisses me softly on the lips and I can taste the minty freshness of his tongue.
“Love me?” He asks.
“I do. I hate your fucking job, though.” I’m doing my best to act like a petulant little child.
He kisses me on the forehead before moving to face the mirror to fix his necktie. “They’re one and the same, Princess.”
I roll over and close my eyes. I know they are, and it scares the shit out of me. I can live with him, but I’m not sure I can live with his job. Hopefully I’ll never have to decide between the two, but I somehow doubt it.
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TOUNGE “TIED”
COMING OUT TO PLAY
~a Divine Trilogy future take~
by R.E. Hargrave
The alarm clock sprang to life, dragging Jayden from the trenches of his subconscious. In his dream, his favorite Irish lady had been on her knees before him, her enticing lush derriere wiggling with her steady bobbing up and down his cock. Studying the expanse of her back, he spied a telling blend of pink and white stripes covering her skin—she must have had a thorough flogging. Judging by a couple of the welts on her ass, the belt had been brought into play, too.
Jayden grew closer to orgasm, watching Catherine, his jewel, peer up at him with her vibrant green eyes, but when he opened his mouth to give the order for her to swallow, the alarm won. Jayden was awake and his submissive was gone. The hard-on his dream girl had created, was all that remained. Lucky me.
Jayden rolled over, seeking Erin’s warmth, to find his wife gone. Checking her nightstand revealed that the baby monitor was missing. Mom was already on duty. It looked like he had a shower date with his hand. Again. Stretching and groaning, he got up and made the bed after an awkward round of crunches. Doing sit-ups with an erection was not easy.
He loved his daughters to the moon and back. They would be having their first birthday soon. While he’d treasured the past months of building a family foundation with Erin and the kids, something had to give. A quickie once a month in the shower was not how he was used to operating.
How long would he have to wait before he’d be allowed some quality time with his submissive?
Teeth brushed and bladder not emptied, thanks to his unrelenting hard-on, he dragged his body under the showerhead and into the hot, pulsing water. He wasted no time before grabbing his erection and pumping. It was business than pleasure, but the woody had to go so he could pee.
Jayden was alerted to her presence first by a cool draft, then by her hands sliding around his waist.
“Do you need a hand with that?”
At the sound of her voice, he turned around with an eager grin. “God, yes.” He expected her to step in and replace his hand with hers, but she didn’t. With a salacious smile, Erin dropped to her knees and made his dream come true.
XXX
“You’re a lifesaver, Paige. I owe you for this.”
For the first time in months, Erin felt a rush of excitement. The blowjob in the shower had pushed Jayden into action. Finally. She was still in shock from the call she’d just gotten from him. Catherine. It’d been so long since Master had requested her presence that Erin almost didn’t know who that woman was anymore, but she was more than ready to get reacquainted.
She turned her attention back to her guest. “Can you get here about nine tomorrow? I can walk you through everything for Matt and the girls before, you know . . .” Paige had gotten her own directions from Sir Landon. Jayden had been busy this morning.
“You’re a riot, sweetie.” Paige waved a hand at her, brushing back her blonde waves in the process. “I already know it all, but I can take a hint. I’ll be here bright and early. I’m sure you’re just dying to let Catherine out to play.”
“Aye. Fuck me, but I am.”
“Momma no say fook,” Matthew said from his position on the rug, where he was playing with his favorite letter blocks.
Erin’s mouth had gotten away from her more and more of late. She was just so tired all the time and had been deprived of the consistent intimacy to which she’d become accustomed. Unfortunately, her fatigue and frustration had translated into unfiltered exclamations in front of the children, followed by frequent reprimands from Jayden. Regardless, her son’s sincerity was too damn cute and made her dissolve into a fit of giggles.
“Oopsy. Don’t tell Daddy. It’ll be our little secret. Okay, buddy?”
Matthew crossed his pudgy arms and shook his head, tousling his red curls. How any two-year-old could be so pretentious was beyond her.
“What if Momma fixes you a bowl of peanut butter, bananas, and honey?”
His arms relaxed and he grinned at her. “Esstra hunnee?”
She nodded and opened her arms. “Deal.”
He toddled over and crawled into her lap, and she squeezed him tight. Erin was so going to hell for this. Matthew never failed to report everything to Daddy, so she knew that one Catherine Masterson had just guaranteed herself a punishment. She grinned until her cheeks hurt.
Paige shook her head with a snicker. “Girl, you naughty.”
Erin scrunched her eyes at Paige in warning. Little ears and all. “Matthew, why don’t you go get your swimsuit? It should be in the guest bathroom. Micah’s due soon for your afternoon lessons.”
In a flash, her fireball of energy was off her lap and racing down the hall, and she turned back to Paige. “You would be, too. Don’t get me wrong. I love the kids, I do. I spent years thinking I couldn’t be a mother. You know what they mean to me, but I never dreamed finding time for a quickie, let alone full blown sex, would be so damn tricky. I’d be content with just an hour of vanilla sex at this point. We haven’t scened once since I went into labor.”
Her friend’s blue eyes bulged. “That was almost a year ago.”
“Don’t I know it? Keeping up with the twins and Matthew has me pooped, and by the time Jayden gets home, there’s nothing left to give. We do get the occasional fix in the shower, but that’s it.”
“Jesus.” Paige stared at her. “Landon and I have been talking about starting our own family. Now I’m not so sure. I can’t go a year without sex.” She looked crestfallen. “Sleep isn’t that necessary, is it?”
Erin snorted, caught off-guard by her friend’s comment. “You’d be surprised what you’ll give up for sleep.”
Paige shook her head, which made Erin laugh harder.
About thirty seconds later, Brianna’s red-tufted head popped up over the edge of the playpen. Bryce was right behind her sister, blinking her large brown eyes at them. “Mumm mumm,” they chirped together. Any day now, one of them was going to actually say ‘momma’.
“Well, I guess nap time’s over. I’ll help you freshen up the girls, but then I’ve got to scoot.” Paige flashed a text message on her phone, leaned in, and lowered her voice, “Master is collecting payment tonight for my absence tomorrow.” She winked.
“That’d be great. The sooner I get to nursing, the more comfortable my boobs will be. They feel like they’re gonna explode.”
“Oh God, Erin. TMI.”
“Please, Paige. There’s no such thing with us.”
Laughing, they each hoisted a baby out of the playpen.
“This is true,” Paige conceded.
~*~
Matt clapped when the sound of the front door closing echoed through the house. “Daddy home, Momma. Daddy home!”
Erin continued pulling down plates to set on the table. “Here we go,” she thought, sucking in a breath when her son disappeared from the kitchen. Squaring her shoulders, Erin went about her work.
A few minutes later, Jayden appeared, their boy riding his hip and talking a mile a minute. She kept her eyes lowered while she continued to lay out their dinner. While Matt chatted away, certain words caught her attention, like “nanas” and “hunee,” and then a giggle was followed by, “Aye, Momma a bad girl.” Perfect.
Taking her seat, Erin looked up into the dark glare of her Master. Months had passed since she’d gotten wet so fast. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
XXX
Jayden had woken early and alert. He and Landon had planned for Paige to arrive at nine, he set Catherine’s alarm for eight. Pocketing the monitor, he left a note with her directions for the morning in its place. With a light kiss to her freckled nose, the eager Dom slipped out, into the house. He closed the door then went to open up the playroom before the kids began stirring.
He’d given his submissive instructions to be in place by 8:45. Only three hours to go.
~*~
At 9:03, Jayden strolled into the playroom, and his breath escaped him. Jesus Christ, she was a sight for sore eyes. He approached on bare feet, the ragged cuffs of his jeans swishing with each step. Catherine’s breathing remained even, steady. Such a good girl. Jayden caressed her, the skin of her shoulder like satin beneath his fingertips, and he felt his soul calm.
Whether it was involuntary or not, he didn’t know, but when she tipped her head toward his hand, his fingers curled along her cheek. Her soft red curls tickled his arm, despite the ponytail she’d pulled it back into. Gazing down the line of her chest, he was pleased to see her breasts swollen, drops of milk already gathering on her nipples. She’d obeyed his instructions and hadn’t pumped prior to coming to the dungeon. Jayden leaned over to flick a nipple, and the liquid splattered away. Although a tiny noise escaped his pet, she didn’t move.
“Cailin maith.” He gave his ‘good girl’s’ other nipple a quick flick then closed his palms over her breasts and squeezed, encouraging her to recline against the rough denim covering his thighs. Warm milk sprayed, arcing in fine streams from several ducts.
She whimpered, the sound traveling over him like liquid fire, awakening his desire.
“Do you like that?” He whispered the words against her ear. Catherine nodded, and Jayden tightened his hold. “Answer me. Slut.” Hearing the intake of her breath made him grin.
“Aye, Master.”
Jayden closed his eyes. He knew she could speak louder, clearer, but the gravity of the words—and the recent absence of them from their life—spoke loud enough. Placing his cheek against her head, his lips brushed the top of her ear, and he confessed.
“It seems a lifetime has passed since I had a vision of you naked before me with ripe, leaking breasts. You do something to me, Catherine. You make me crave things I never gave a second thought to in my youth. I want to devour you.” He stood and walked around in front of her. Balancing on the balls of his feet, Jayden spread his thighs and lowered himself down until his bare torso was in line with her face. “Look at me, pet.”
The Dominant studied his submissive’s eyes. He could see her exhaustion, but he also saw a spark of fire. Reaching behind him, he pulled Catherine’s wide leather play collar from his back pocket and showed it to her.
The woman was something to behold when she smiled.
“Would my slut like to serve me today?”
This time, her voice was louder. “To serve you would be divine, Master.”
“Just what I wanted to hear, my jewel,” he said with a soft kiss to her lips. Jayden buckled the collar into place, slipping two fingers beneath it for a tightness check. “Present yourself.”
While Catherine slid her knees farther apart, Jayden crossed his arms over his chest and waited. Using her hands, she cupped her engorged breasts from underneath and lifted them for his inspection. The slight pressure forced more droplets of milk to gather on her nipples. His heartbeat reverberated in his cock when he dipped down and took his first taste.
“Please, Master.”
Jayden flicked his eyes upward, finding hers pleading with him. He wrapped his lips around the nipple and sucked. Catherine sighed as his tongue was flooded with her milk. While thinner than
he’d expected, it was warm and sweet . . . and comforting. He swallowed, the movement pressing his tongue against the source of his current euphoria, and another serving sprayed into his mouth. “This could be habit forming,” he thought and shifted to the other breast.
Several minutes elapsed while Jayden lost himself in her bosom. Manhandling her flesh allowed him to relieve the tightness that plagued her between feedings. With every whimper of gratitude or murmur of appreciation she gave, he grew hornier.
When he couldn’t stand it anymore, Jayden unfastened his jeans and removed them. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you blowing me yesterday. Open.”
There was something to be said for knowing you had all the time in the world. The shower BJ had been efficient but hurried. This was on a whole new level.
Jayden threw his head back and bellowed at the pleasure she brought with her talented mouth. Though he felt the urge to get rough, to force his length in and out of her willing wetness, he didn’t. With the strength of a god restraining him, Jayden clenched and unclenched his ass to create the barest of rocking motions.
Catherine made a funny noise, and his head snapped down to check on her. The minx was smiling around his cock.
“Play with your tits, Catherine.” Like the good girl she was, she obliged at once. Warm milk hit his thighs, an errant stream even reaching his balls. It was messy and glorious, and over too soon as the orgasm that had been swelling in his groin erupted.
Lucky for him, Catherine hadn’t forgotten how to swallow.
XXX
Yes, yes, yes. She had missed this so much. Granted, his admission that he wanted to play in her breast milk had thrown her for a minute, but she’d accepted the idea fast enough.
Seeing her Master so enthralled with her body’s natural abilities pleased her. His contentment while suckling at her breasts had connected with the part of Catherine that needed to serve. Taking care of him—in whatever capacity he wanted or needed—completed her.
