ReDefined

by Michele Zurlo

  Chicklet ran around the corner of her neighbor’s house. Peggy dashed after her, but the dog stopped under Amy’s hand. He looked up expectantly, and so she knelt down to give him enthusiastic scratches behind the ears. Then she fished a treat from her pocket and handed it over.

  “You’re going to spoil him rotten.” Peggy laughed as she clicked Chicklet’s leash into place.

  “He saved my life. That’s worth all the ear scratches and treats he wants.” She kissed the mutt’s head before getting back up.

  Peggy hugged her. “I’m glad you’re moving back in.”

  Amy eyed the large skeleton. “When it’s finished.” She and Jordan had collaborated with the architect, and the new house would be larger, with two stories and a finished basement. The bedrooms would be upstairs, and her office would be on the main floor. The basement would house a bondage and sensory room—Amy refused to call it a dungeon—and storage for her business at the other end. Jordan had promised it wouldn’t look or feel at all like a basement, and she trusted him to see to those details. Otherwise there was no way she would step foot in it.

  “Hopefully it’ll be done by the holidays,” she continued. Jordan had already extracted a promise that she’d fly to Wisconsin with him for Thanksgiving.

  “Your young man came by yesterday and talked with the foreman.” Peggy stroked Chicklet’s head and laughed. “He’s an intimidating person if you don’t know what a big teddy bear he is. I’ll feel better having the FBI living next door.”

  Amy giggled at the image of Jordan as a teddy bear, but she supposed it was an apt description. He was definitely snuggly. “Speaking of—I have to get going. He wants me to pack a picnic before he gets home.”

  “Oh, that’s nice. Where are you going?”

  Amy shrugged. “It’s a surprise.”

  In the six weeks they’d shared an apartment, Amy had definitely put her mark on the place. The austere, minimalist furniture now featured colorful throw pillows. The walls sported photos of family and friends, and she’d recently acquired artwork from a local artist making waves with sunrise motifs. Every time Jordan came home to find something new or different, he merely smiled.

  Still, it was too small to house her business and the playroom. For now, Jordan had consented to moving those toys into the bedroom so she could take over the office. She’d procured a few smaller jobs, but she was waiting until they moved to accept larger events. Until then, she worked on replenishing her stores and making new sample books. Jordan had also tasked her with designing a website for Events by Amy.

  Darcy called while Amy was packing up the food according to Jordan’s instructions. “Hey, Darcy. How are you?” She put the phone on speaker and set it on the counter.

  “Malcolm is driving me crazy.” Darcy spoke in a stage whisper. After the case against Lawrence closed, rather than accept a penalty of two weeks unpaid administrative leave, Malcolm had turned in his badge. Since then, he’d played around with consulting, but he’d only accepted two jobs. Most of the time, he puttered around the house. “I mean, it’s great that he’s spending so much time with Colin, but he keeps bothering me while I’m trying to work. And right now, this is our only income.” She sighed, and then she chuckled wryly. “Be careful what you wish for, eh?”

  Amy responded with a pity laugh. “Since his leg has healed, Jordan has spent a lot of time at work. We live together, and some days, our only communication is a text. It could be worse.”

  “It’s worse.” Darcy sniffled. “I’m pregnant, and I’ve been so fucking stressed that I forgot to take my birth control pills. Malcolm has no idea.”

  “Congratulations.” Amy knew Darcy would be happy once she got over the shock. Granted, Colin was only seven months old, but that only meant the little guy would get to be best friends with his younger sibling. “They’ll be even closer in age than you and me. And Mom and Dad are going to be thrilled to have another grandbaby. I’m happy for you, Darcy. You’re a great mom.”

  Darcy blew her nose. “My allergies suck right now, and I can’t take anything. I’m going to tell Malcolm tonight, and then I’m going to schedule a vasectomy. I only want two kids.”

  Amy wasn’t going to weigh in on that issue. She heard the front door open. “I have to get going. Good luck. Let me know how it goes. I love you. Bye.”

  “Love you too. Bye.”

  Jordan came into the kitchen and kissed her on the side of her neck. “Hey, babe. Was that Darcy?”

  “Yeah. She’s pregnant, and she’s going to tell Malcolm tonight.” She leaned against his chest, and he hugged her briefly before one hand landed on her breast. They’d talked about having kids, and they’d both agreed to hold off until they felt ready. “I’d love to know where you’re taking me today.”

  He gave her boob a little squeeze and released her. “I have a present for you.”

  She clapped her hands together and bounced up and down. “I love presents.”

  “I know you do.” He turned her to face him and lifted a small paper bag decorated with hearts and rainbows. “Open it now.”

  Amy took the bag. She pushed aside tissue paper to find a headband with large daisies attached. It was the exact one she’d bought for herself the day her house blew up. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes. “Oh, Daddy.” That title was becoming easier and more natural to say as well. “I love it. Thank you so much.”

  He gathered her in his arms and held her close while she got her emotions under control. “Did you get everything done?”

  “Yes.” When he released her, she replaced the fabric headband she’d been wearing with the one Jordan had bought. “And I stopped by the house. It’s coming along nicely. Are the walls next?”

  He smoothed down a strand of hair that had become caught by a flower petal. Love and affection blazed from him and bathed her in gentle rays. “By the end of next week, the exterior should be completed.” He picked up a plastic container and looked at the contents. “What’s this?”

  “I made brownies.”

  His hungry grin made her heart beat faster. “I love when you bake.” He brushed a kiss across her lips. “Have you done your stretches?”

  First thing in the morning after he’d left for work. Her heart beat faster because his pitch had dropped, and he now spoke in his sexy Dom voice. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Are you wearing the plug I left for you?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. Leave it in until we get back. We’re going for a ride on my bike, and every bump will be a reminder that you belong to me.”

  She didn’t need a reminder for that. Being his little was a pleasure that hummed in her heart. Jumping to her toes, she kissed his cheek.

  “When we get back, I’m going to put you in the swing and have my way with you.”

  That sounded like heaven, and juices rushed to her pussy. She put away the ingredients that needed refrigeration, making sure to show off the way her pants hugged her ass. “Unless you’re really super hungry, why wait?”

  “Good point. Get in the bedroom and get naked. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  Happy beyond belief, she tugged her shirt off as she ran down the hall. She caught the headband as it fell and set it on the dresser before shimmying out of her pants. Jordan entered the room before she could remove her panties and bra. “It hasn’t been a minute,” she protested.

  “I’m super hungry, and I couldn’t wait.” He tossed her on the bed and peeled her panties away. Heat rushed to her pussy as he hiked her legs over his shoulders. His mouth made her even hotter. He moaned as he slurped her juices. “Delectable. Five stars. A feast for the senses.”

  Her giggle was cut short when he took her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over the tip. It was almost too much to bear. Her hips lifted from the bed.

  With a groan, Jordan stopped. “You lack self control, babe. Let’s get you into the swing and tied down so you can’t move.”

  She cooperated, and a few minutes la
ter, she found herself bound to a swing suspended from a rafter in the ceiling. Her wrists were secured above her head, and cuffs just above her knees kept her legs open and out of the way. Jordan had installed the swing a few weeks ago, and it had become one of his favorite bondage tools.

  “You’re going to make me beg,” she breathed. “Aren’t you?”

  “Not today, babe, but there will be a lot of screaming. I should gag you so the neighbors don’t come knocking to make sure you’re all right again.”

  Amy blushed, and she vowed to keep as quiet as she could. Though, with Jordan in charge, that might not be possible. “Anything you want, Daddy.”

  “No gag.” He grinned widely. “I like to hear you.” With that, he licked her pussy with the flat of his tongue.

  Unable to move, she relaxed against the swing and submitted to his will. Soon little sounds of pleasure purred from her throat. Jordan pushed a couple fingers into her pussy—made tighter because the plug was still in her ass—and stroked her sweet spot until she shouted her release. The rhythm of his finger slowed, drawing out her pleasure until she was a quivering mass of gelatin.

  “You’re mine,” he said.

  “Completely,” she agreed. The fingers inside her flexed against her swollen inner flesh. A high-pitched squeak of protest escaped without consulting her brain.

  He pulled his fingers from her and went to the toy chest. When he returned a moment later, he was drizzling lube over a vibrator that had a projection that looked like a shield. The shield part had another vibrator in it. Slowly, he slid it into her tender vagina and turned it on. Powerful pulses rocked her pussy to a new rhythm, and the shield pressed against her clit. Her will was no match for that machine, and he forced two more orgasms from her.

  By the time he removed the vibrator and the plug from her rear, she couldn’t form words. He took her down from the swing and placed her on the bed. As he slid into her, he looked into her eyes. “I love you, Amy.”

  She found the words. “And I love you, Daddy.”

  Michele Zurlo

  I’m Michele Zurlo, author of over 20 romance novels. During the day, I teach English, and in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

  I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at www.michelezurloauthor.com or @MZurloAuthor

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  Here’s an unedited sneak peek:

  David regarded Autumn regretfully. “I didn’t bring ropes. Maybe next time.”

  “Here.” Jordan appeared out of nowhere. He handed a coil to David. “You can use mine. Amy’s not one for public play. Yet.”

  Autumn fingered the rope. The silk caressed her back. “I’m game if you are.” David didn’t respond, so she lifted her arms. “It’s okay if this is your first time. Everybody’s a virgin once.”

  “It’s been a while.” David untied the knot holding the coil together. “You’re going to need to be patient.”

  She encouraged with a smile. “I’ve got all evening.”

  Jordan took a few steps back to give them privacy. David worked quietly and with methodical meticulousness.

  Autumn mostly watched his face, but her gaze was repeatedly drawn to the way his shoulders and arms moved. Muscles bunched and elongated, and the deeper he concentrated, the more he sucked the corner of his upper lip. Autumn was tempted to offer to suck it for him. Instead she chose to say something innocuous. “You’re cute when you’re concentrating.”

  He glanced up, surprised, and his knot-weaving fingers stuttered.

  She raised her eyebrows. “Let me guess—nobody’s ever told you that you were cute before?”

  “You’re not at all what I expected.”

  “You wanted a leggy blonde with huge fake boobs?”

  He exhaled a laugh. “No.”

  “Botox lips and cherry red lipstick?”

  “Hell, no. I just didn’t think you’d be so forward.”

  “Ahh.” She sighed knowingly. “I’m not demure, and that’s a turn off.”

  “Not at all. It’s refreshing. I like that you’re lighthearted and that you feel free to tease and flirt. I’m having fun, and I didn’t think I would.” He went back to looping rope.

  Autumn knew she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world. Her looks were passable, and most of the time she downplayed them to fly under the radar. She did the same thing with her personality, though she was letting it off the leash more often tonight than she usually did. She watched him untie the knot and try again. “Maybe you want to ask Jordan for help.” She used her whispering skills so nobody but David would hear. “I don’t know how to tie that one either.”

  He looked around, but Jordan was working with another couple, so he signaled the original presenter who was walking around with his sub and giving pointers. David offered his hand. “You’re Malcolm, right? I’m David Eastridge.”

  Malcolm nodded. “Jordan told me you were here tonight. Glad you could make it. Frankie speaks highly of you.” His sub waited patiently as Malcolm talked David through making a double coin knot.

  “That’s it. Then do the same thing in the back. It looks good, and it’ll keep the corselet from slipping too much when she moves.” Malcolm and David moved behind her to work. “I hear you’re looking into CalderCo?”

  “No work talk.” Malcolm’s sub broke her silence with that hissed reminder.

  “Sweetheart, you just lost one stroke of the cane.”

  Though Autumn couldn’t see the sub’s face, she could feel the palpable disappointment. Only a Painslut would be upset about one less hit with a cane. However, that wasn’t what made her flinch. How, exactly, was David “looking into” CalderCo? That was where she worked as an accountant. It was her one anchor to the normal world, the cover for her extracurricular activities, and it paid for the majority of her sister’s care. Did he know she worked there?

  Oh, the questions she had and couldn’t ask. Wait—yes she could. “CalderCo? That’s a shipping company. I thought you were in analytics?”

  “I am.” David came around to her side. Malcolm showed him how to tie off the corselet and adjust the placement of the final knot. When he looked at her, his expression was shuttered. “How does that feel?”

  She ran her palms over the ropes. “Great. And it looks fantastic.” Turning around, she found Malcolm assessing the attempt with a critical eye. His sub was still pouting over her punishment. Autumn felt sorry for her.

  “Malcolm, meet Bree. Bree, this is Malcolm.”

  “Nice to meet you, Bree.” He turned to his sub. “This is my wife, Darcy. She and a few of her friends arranged this whole party.”

  “It’s a lovely party. I very much enjoyed the first game. It revealed so much about technique and finesse.” />
  Darcy laughed. “It did, didn’t it? Amy said I’d like you.”

  “Amy is your sister? There’s definitely a family resemblance. You’re both so beautiful.”

  Malcolm put his arm around his wife and pulled her against his side, pinching her ass hard as he did so. “It’s almost time for the next game.”

  Bliss parted Darcy’s lips, a reaction to the pinch. “Layla’s announcing this one, but thank you anyway, Master.” Her eyes opened, and she focused on Autumn. “If you liked the first game, you’ll love the second one. And later, there’s one where your Sir will have to guide you, blindfolded, through an obstacle course, using only a crop and his voice. Then there’s the gauntlet, if you’re brave enough to walk down an aisle lined with sadists armed with paddles.”

  Malcolm rolled his eyes at his wife’s near-orgasmic listing of the festivities. “Which you won’t be doing in your condition.”

  “Congratulations.” David caught on a few seconds before Autumn did. “When are you due?”

  “In seven months. This is baby number two for us. Our son is eight months old. Yep, barefoot and pregnant, that’s me since the day we met.” From the sarcasm in Darcy’s reply, Autumn couldn’t tell whether the woman was happy or upset.

  Malcolm grinned as he kissed Darcy’s temple. “What can I say? My boys are powerful swimmers. They laugh in the face of both condoms and birth control pills.”

  “Let’s see how amused they are when you get a vasectomy.”

  Autumn couldn’t help but laugh at Darcy’s dry tone. She clamped a hand over her mouth and buried her face in David’s shirt to hide her laughter. He hugged her to him, and his chest shook with silent amusement as well.

  “I’m going to get her something to eat. Pregnancy has made Darcy start hallucinating when she’s hungry.” With that, he dragged her off toward the barn.

  Autumn looked up at David. With her body pressed to his and the way he held her, it was an intimate pose. “I bet she’s a handful.”