Later, she was standing in the living room and talking to Fen’s mom when she thought she caught something out of the corner of her eye again. Someone out on the lanai, but when she looked, it disappeared, like one of those shadows in a dim room that you can’t see when you try to look at it.
Then she felt eyes on her and caught Fen watching her.
Like, watching her.
When she had a moment, she finally grabbed Fen and got him alone in the men’s bedroom to talk. “What’s going on?” she asked, not daring to hope.
Because she knew Fen might have a more personal connection to this than anyone else would realize at first blush.
“Um…what?”
She gave him a mom look. “I’m seeing stuff. Now, either you spiked my food or beverages and you’re watching me to see what happens, orrr…you know something and you’re watching to see my reaction to something else.”
He looked like he reeeeally wanted to tell her.
“I’m not allowed to say anything unless you ask. It’s Sir’s rule.”
“Well, I’m asking. What’s going on?”
Now he seemed terrified to tell her, and she grabbed his hands. “Honey,” she gently said, “I know you lived in our old apartment. Where July died. If this is about her, please tell me, because I know Kaden’s still hanging out with Seth and Leah. I’ve seen things.”
Bless his heart, tears spilled from his eyes as he told her about the day of the attack, what he’d experienced there before the attack ever happened, and what he knew others had seen.
Then he told her about the new house. His phone being moved, the keys being hidden, the TV channels changing.
She took a deep breath and blew it out again. “It’s July,” she whispered. “I know it has to be. She loved to cook. That’s why she loves Food Network.”
He hugged her, both of them holding each other long and tight. “She would have tried to help you,” June tearfully whispered. “Especially after that bastard beat her to death. I believe with all my heart that was her with you that day.” She cupped his face in her hands and smiled at him. “Thank you for finally telling me. Thank you.”
“We didn’t…” He sniffled. “We were afraid you’d think that we were fucking with you.”
“No, I don’t think that. I know you guys care about us. I believe you, Fen. It’s okay. I’m glad you told me.”
“It really started up after Mark was here that day helping Joel the first time. I think she recognized him.”
“Maybe. She loved Mark. I mean, like a brother. She would know him.” June looked around and took a deep, relieved breath. Life’s coincidences worked in funny ways, and she knew that first-hand. Good and bad.
Maybe, for once, it was time to have a good coincidence.
It sure would put her soul at ease if that was the case, to know there was one more guardian angel looking out for them in this world.
* * * *
Fen waited until all their guests went home that night to tell Joel what happened with June. Fen had already ditched the mask and sword earlier. Joel stood in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter with his hands propped against it while Fen tearfully recounted his conversation with June.
“She asked me, Sir. She saw something, and she asked me.”
He nodded, opening his arms to Fen. “It’s okay, baby. You did good.” He deeply inhaled. “I thought I saw something a couple of times tonight, too. Maybe it really is July.”
“You saw something?”
“Yeah. Just out of the corner of my eye. Like what June said.” Joel laughed. “Hey, it is Halloween. It’s the perfect night for it, isn’t it?”
“I guess you’re right, Sir.”
Joel patted him on the ass. “And you can ditch those clothes, too, baby.” He smiled down at him. “You’re wearing too damn much. And put on your cuffs and collar.”
Fen pulled his shirt off and started working on the pants. “Yeah, I guess I am wearing a lot. Kind of weird being at a party where I can’t get naked and run around that way.”
Joel snorted. “Well, you could have done that tonight, except your mom and Mads would’ve been yelling at you to put some damn clothes on.”
Fen laughed. “Mads would have been yelling louder, I think.”
“I think you’re right. Probably why she didn’t hang out while we were playing at Seth and Leah’s the other night. Milo watched for a while, but she left early.”
“Well, yeah. I mean, would you stand there and watch your brother or sister?”
“No. I understand it, I was just saying.”
“Ah.”
After the last of the clean-up was finished and they headed for bed, Fen climbed on top of Joel. “Don’t suppose a good boy earned a quick spanking from Sir, did he?”
Joel laughed. “I spank you, you’re going to get horny, and I’m going to get horny.”
“And that’s a problem…why, Sir?”
He chuckled. “Didn’t mean it was a problem. Just an observation. Yeah, I’ll spank you. Let me prep for fun-time, though. Hold on.” He patted Fen’s side to get him to move.
* * * *
Yeah, he knew his boy, all right. Joel wasn’t sure which of them had done the better job training the other—him with Fen, or Fen with him.
After Joel grabbed the jack toy he wanted, and the edible lube, and a towel, he returned to the bedroom and sat up against the headboard.
Fen practically threw himself over Joel’s lap, making him laugh. “That’s it, baby. Get comfy.”
He stroked Fen’s tight ass with his right hand and held his collar with his left. “Quick spanking, so we can get on to the fun part. Okay?”
Fen wiggled his ass in reply, making Joel grin and smack it. “Give me a yes or no, baby.”
“Yes, Sir, but I thought I just did.”
Joel was still chuckling even as he spanked Fen. He loved warming his ass, turning him beautiful shades of red, seeing the print of his hand appear.
His boy, wearing his marks.
Proud to wear them.
Eager, even.
After he knew Fen would be happy with that, he had him sit up and laughed again at the sweet glazed look on his face. Joel reached out and stroked Fen’s cock, which, of course, was hard.
So was Joel’s.
“And there we go. Let’s get part two done.” He had Fen straddle his lap. Joel used the edible lube to slick both their cocks before he had Fen press his cock along the underside of Joel’s. That way, Joel could stretch the jack toy, which was like a flexible silicone sheath, and encase both their cocks with it.
Fen moaned, his fingers digging into Joel’s shoulders, where his hands were braced for balance.
“I know, baby. Give me a minute. Feels damn good, doesn’t it?”
“Uh-huh!”
This was one of Fen’s favorite things.
Joel wrapped his hand around the outside of the jack toy and took a slow stroke around their cocks with it. “Okay, baby. Hang on.”
He started out slow, wanting to make sure they were close before he sped up. Long, slow strokes, twisting around the heads, back down again, it was more intense than a regular hand-job, and even better, their cocks were pressed together and both feeling the same thing.
Fen’s eyes dropped shut and a low, rolling moan started as his fingers tightened even more on Joel’s shoulders.
“How close are you, baby?” Joel was damned close.
“Almost there, Sir,” he gasped.
Joel picked up the pace and applied more pressure. He hooked his other arm around Fen’s body to hold on and when Fen started coming, he heard Fen’s sweet noises meet him there in harmony.
Once he was sure they’d both made it over, he stopped stroking, but then Fen took the fuck toy from him, pulling it off their cocks and then going down on Joel’s, licking and sucking him.
That’s why they used the edible lube.
Joel smiled and ruffled Fen’s hair as he did it. He couldn�
��t deny his boy anything, especially this.
Finally, once they were cuddled together in bed, he let Fen snuggle in and get comfy.
“Better, baby?” Joel asked.
He let out a happy sigh. “You always make it better, Sir.”
Chapter Ten
In the car on their way home from Joel and Fen’s, June silently mulled over the evening in her mind. She was still debating whether or not to say anything to Mark about what she wasn’t even sure if she saw or not.
It just…
Why would I willingly accept we’re being visited by Kaden at Seth and Leah’s and not accept July might have been saying hi to me tonight?
Admittedly, she wasn’t a believer in the supernatural before what she herself had experienced at Seth and Leah’s. More than once.
And even then, her first instinct was to discount it more as wishful thinking on her part than…
Ghosts.
The look on Fen’s face when he finally fessed up and quietly admitted everything to her wasn’t the look of a guy messing with her. He genuinely believed July’s spirit had moved with them and was now in residence, and that he wasn’t the only one who’d seen…something.
That partly soothed her, and partly…
She didn’t know.
Why wouldn’t she follow me?
Then again, she’d never set foot in the apartment again after what happened. Mark and his parents had lovingly stepped in and taken care of moving everything out for them.
When she’d learned about what had happened to Fen, and where, she’d kept her mouth shut and hadn’t said anything to any of their friends about it. Mark hadn’t mentioned it to her, either, so she wasn’t sure if he’d seen the references to July’s murder there or not.
He probably had, but was hoping she hadn’t.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked.
As if currently reading her thoughts.
She didn’t even know how to work her way into the topic. “It’s…” June struggled for a way to put it into words. “Do you believe in ghosts, Daddy?”
He sighed. “Well, I know what I’ve seen myself at Seth and Leah’s, and know it wasn’t something I can explain. I’m going to go with I’m sure there are things in this world beyond my ken. How’s that?”
“The guy who attacked Fen.”
She glanced at him and watched him slowly nod. “Go on,” he said.
“You know where Fen’s old place was, don’t you.”
She didn’t phrase it as a question.
He reached over and held her hand. “I do,” he quietly said.
She spilled it all, everything Fen told her, including what she saw there at the house tonight. “It can’t be a coincidence that what Fen experienced there, in their new house, started after the day you came over and helped install the pole.”
He didn’t respond for a while. “You think she recognized me?” he eventually asked.
“Yes, Daddy. I do.”
* * * *
Mark honestly thought what he saw that day when he helped Joel install their pole was just a figment of his imagination. He’d damn sure never said anything about it to Joel, Fen, or June.
He’d thought he caught a glimpse of a young woman standing on their lanai, with her back toward them, but it was a reflection in the glass of a picture hanging on their living room wall.
When he’d turned to look, there’d been no one there.
Of course it couldn’t have been as familiar-looking a girl as he’d thought she’d been.
Could.
Not.
He’d known about Fen’s previous residence then, but still, it took a while to put the pieces together, in his mind. Until much later, long after he’d left to head home.
Then, when they were installing the pole in Joel and Fen’s playroom, he’d set his phone down after talking to June and turned later, unable to find it.
It was on the other side of the room.
He’d felt certain then that he’d simply been mistaken. He’d laid it down in a different place than he thought he had.
Period.
Easy answer.
Middle-aged brain, FTW.
Except…
He hadn’t even said anything to Joel about it that day because a chill had washed through him.
The next time he and June went over to the men’s house, to have dinner with them, he’d glanced into the same picture to look at the pool and had seen a figure standing where no one had been. Couldn’t have been June, because she was right at his side.
But looking showed the lanai empty, and then back to the picture…
Nothing.
And again tonight. June wasn’t at his side, this time, but she’d been on the other side of the living room, talking to Mads, so it couldn’t be her out on the lanai, either, and only the two of them were even remotely close in build to the figure he saw on the lanai.
He finally admitted it all to June, his story ending as he pulled into their own driveway and parked the car.
“I don’t want to say anything about this around May,” he said. “Or the girls.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He sighed. “I hate to say this, but at least we finally have an answer for sure about Matt’s involvement, even if you were certain before.”
“I thought that, too.”
He patted her thigh. “Let’s go inside, baby. Been a long evening.”
Once they changed out of their costumes and got ready for bed, both of them naked now, Scrye put her on her knees next to their bed.
“Say it.”
“I belong to Sir, mind, body, heart, soul, cunt, and ass,” she softly said. “I serve Sir at His wishes, at his whim, whenever and wherever He demands. Everything I have and am belongs to Sir, to give to Him when He demands.”
Mark never took those words for granted, either. They weren’t just a rote passage she said to him.
He knew she meant them, and he always listened, always paid attention.
Always loved her for her trust and faith in him.
He gathered her blonde hair in his hand and tipped her head back. “I bet Daddy knows who was a horny little slut tonight.”
She smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Hands.”
The smile never left her face as she tucked them behind her, waiting.
When he fisted his cock, which was more than slightly interested now, in his other hand, her mouth opened automatically for him. Instead of giving it to her immediately, he slowly stroked himself, loving how she tried to pull against the hold he had in her hair in her attempts to lean in and reach his cock.
“Is this what you want, baby? Is this what Daddy’s sweet little slut needs?”
“Please, Daddy,” she whined, her mind already down the rabbit hole.
He traced her lips with the head of his cock, sucking in a breath of his own when her tongue flicked along the slit, her gaze dark and hungry as he stared down into her beautiful brown eyes. Depending on the light, and her mood, sometimes there were flecks of green and amber there, sometimes they looked dark and deep.
Like now.
He had her needy, wanting him.
Damned if that wasn’t sexy as fuck.
He shoved in hard, deep, her sweet moan as he did vibrating through his shaft and all the way through his balls.
“Yeah, that’s what Daddy’s little slut wanted.”
Whines of agreement as she sucked and slurped his shaft. He slowly fucked her mouth, not wanting to go off yet. He wanted his cock in her pussy when he finally shot his load, but she loved this with him.
He couldn’t deny her anything.
Especially the dirty things the two of them loved to do.
They’d had to be good, responsible parents for so many years, their time together like this snuck in where they could fit it.
Now, he could come home from work and fuck her over their kitchen table if he wanted, and not worry about one of their daughters walking in on them.
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It was their time, now. They’d worked hard to reach this place in their lives, to have this peace and this alone time together.
He struggled not to think about that rainy night years ago, tried not to remember the scene when June had flipped on July’s bedroom light, the sight forever burned into his memory, like it or not.
He wanted to be only here, and only now, with this woman. June was his heart and soul, his everything.
Pulling back so she could lick the head, he cradled her face in his hands. “Daddy’s sweet little slut,” he softly said. “Always such a good girl for me. Someone want their pussy fucked, baby?”
“Mmm-hmm!”
Mark sucked in another sharp breath at the feel of her mouth vibrating around him. She knew what she did to him like that. Just like he knew what he did to her.
After a few minutes, he withdrew from her mouth, caught her arm, and pulled her to her feet. “On the bed. On your back.”
She did, and he wasted no time climbing up after her so he could plant his face right in her pussy. She kept herself shaved for him, and he loved tracing every dip and fold with his lips and tongue. What he’d been doing already had her wet, too.
That meant two fingers easily slipped inside her ready cunt so he could slowly stroke her with them while flicking her clit with his tongue.
He lifted his head to stare up her body just to find her brown gaze locked with his.
He was in high school all over again and sitting down at the lunch table with her after July introduced them.
Smitten.
Bewitched.
Deeply, madly in love.
Unapologetically.
“You may come, baby.” Her fingers twined in his hair, holding on as her hips started rocking in time with his motions.
It didn’t take him long to get her over, either. Every sweet moan he pulled from her was like music, making his cock twitch where it lay pinned between him and the mattress while he continued leisurely eating her out.
Over and over, he relished taking her past the point of no return, her pleas it was too much, followed by more, begging him not to stop as he let her cool off a little each time before doing it again.
Only when he couldn’t stand it much longer and was afraid he might blow all over the bed did he climb on top of her and start fucking her.
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