Her Old-Fashioned Boss

by Laylah Roberts

  “Sam, I thought I told you to take her upstairs.” He didn’t look up at either of them.

  “She is right here. And she does not appreciate you talking about her as though she weren’t. She would also like to talk to you.”

  Roarke raised his gaze to her face. “I can’t give you what you need right now. Go with Sam, he’ll take care of you.”

  “And what exactly is it that you think I need?” she asked angrily.

  “You had a terrifying experience, Ava. The last thing you need to be around right now is a Dom.”

  Ava stepped forward, kneeling at his feet. “But you’re not just a Dom, you’re my Dom.”

  “I’m feeling raw right now. I can’t give you gentleness and understanding. Another man had his hands on you. Another Dom spanked you, could have hurt you if he hadn’t been watching you carefully. I am angry with you. Right now I want to put my stamp of ownership on you. I want to spank you, plug you, fuck you. I want you to know exactly who you belong to.”

  “Then do all those things,” she said bravely. “Don’t hold back. That’s not what I need. I need you. You and Sam. You’re my world. I disobeyed you, I deserve to be punished.”

  “You’ve had a fright. You should be scared of what I want to do.”

  “But I’m not. Because I trust you. I love Sam. I love you. Please.”

  “You’re actually asking me to punish you?”

  “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. She needed this. Needed him. And he needed her.

  “Be sure,” he warned. “Because once I start I won’t stop unless you say your safe word.”

  “I’m sure,” she told him.

  Roarke stared at her then finally nodded. “Stand.”

  She stood.

  He rose. “Strip me, then Sam.”

  Ava pulled off his shirt and pants then underwear, folding them carefully before turning to Sam and doing the same.

  “Now strip yourself,” Roarke told her as he turned to Sam and took him in his arms, kissing him deeply.

  Ava watched on, breathless, her arousal stirring.

  Roarke turned, standing shoulder to shoulder with Sam. “Kneel. Take me into your mouth. That’s it. Now grasp Sam’s cock in your hand. You’re going to give us both a blow job. Very nice. Good girl. That mouth of yours is a killer. Swap now. Surround Sam in the wet heat of your mouth.”

  Ava moved back and forth between each man. She took Roarke deep, firmly pumping her hand up and down Sam’s shaft.

  “Damn, I’m close and you’re going to swallow every drop, little girl. Sam, you hold on. Here I come. God, yes.”

  Ava swallowed him down, delighting in his groan of release.

  “Now Sam, little one,” Roarke ordered. She swapped over, taking Sam deep into her mouth as Roarke moved, standing behind him. Sam jolted then groaned.

  “Ahh, Christ, Sir, that feels good.”

  She stilled, wondering what Roarke was doing to Sam.

  “Keep moving, little one,” Roarke ordered and she continued her movements, taking Sam deep into her mouth, sucking strongly.

  “Do you like my fingers in your ass, pet, while our little one sucks you off?”

  “Yes, Sir, please!” Sam groaned.

  “Come, my love. Come for me hard.”

  Sam’s cock swelled before his essence filled her mouth. Ava quickly swallowed, taking all of him. Then when his last drop was spent, she licked his shaft, lapping her tongue over the head of his cock.

  “Damn, you’re good, sweet.” Sam patted her head.

  “Let go of him now, little one,” Roarke told her, holding out his hand. “Time to go upstairs.”

  Ava had expected to enter the playroom, knowing she was about to get spanked, but instead Roarke led her to their room. Roarke grabbed some pillows, piling them one on top of the other on the bed.

  “Lay over those pillows,” he directed her. Sam grabbed her hand and helped her over, winking at her.

  “Sam, have you ever seen such a gorgeous ass?” Roarke commented.

  “No, Sir, I haven’t.”

  “It needs some adornment though. Little one, part your legs. Wide.”

  With a whimper she spread her thighs.

  “Sam, hold open her butt cheeks.”

  Ava closed her eyes, knowing what was coming. The anal plug. Maybe tonight was the night they would take her together. She shivered at the thought.

  Roarke stared down as Ava shivered on the bed. Was she cold? He thought it was plenty warm, but knew how easily she grew cold. He stepped over to the door and turned up the thermostat.

  He picked up the small riding crop, just perfect to punish her bottom hole. He hadn’t planned on punishing her tonight, hadn’t wanted to be near her the way he was feeling.

  He’d scarcely been able to believe her eyes when he’d seen her in the club.

  Alone.

  Ripe for the picking. He’d been lucky as hell that it was an experienced Dom like Sloan who had picked her up. Trainee subs were there to interact with different Doms, to learn from them, experience BDSM. Ava was too new for that yet, he hadn’t prepared her, had wanted to take his time introducing her to the lifestyle.

  He smacked her sharply with the crop.

  “Ow,” she moaned.

  The rosebud of her asshole clenched and released with each smack. She started groaning and twisting.

  “Stay still,” he ordered.

  “It hurts, Sir,” she moaned.

  “It’s meant to hurt, little girl. You disobeyed me. You could have gotten yourself into real trouble and I am really not happy with you now. So you will take your punishment like a good girl.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied.

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  He continued to punish her bottom hole until the skin around it was bright red. “Sam, prepare her anal plug for me.”

  Sam let go of her bottom then moved away.

  “Oh, God,” she cried.

  “Quiet,” he said sternly, smacking the crop down on the top of her thigh. Then he placed the crop down on the bed as Sam passed him the plug. Sam resumed his position from before, holding her cheeks open.

  “Breathe out, baby,” he told her. He lined the tip of the plug up with her asshole then pushed the plug in deep, swirling it slowly. “Okay, you can let her go now, Sam. Sit yourself up by her mouth. Little one, I want you to suck on Sam until he’s nice and hard. He’s going to be burying himself deep in that tight pussy of yours, while I take this delicious ass. After I turn it bright red.”

  Sam moved quickly and Roarke smiled. He watched on for a moment as Ava took Sam’s dick into her mouth. Damn, that was hot. His own cock hardened, arousal growing. But he was not a teenage boy, unable to control himself. Right now, his darling girl needed her butt spanked and he was just the man to do it.

  Kneeling on the bed, he started spanking her butt with the palm of his hand, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, mingling with Sam’s panting and the slurping noise as Ava sucked Sam off.

  “When I give you an order, little one,” he scolded, “I expect you to obey. You were told not to go down to the club for a very good reason.” He watched her ass redden, the heat growing beneath his hand.

  She groaned, stilling in her movements on Sam’s cock as he started spanking the crease where her ass met her thighs.

  “Keep going,” he told her. “Don’t you stop!”

  Reaching over, he picked up the paddle he kept in a bedside drawer and smacked it down on her bottom.

  She jolted, crying out.

  “Stay still. You can do it,” he encouraged her as he spanked. “I love you so much. You frightened the hell out of me. Don’t ever.” Smack! Smack! “Ever.” Smack! Smack! “Do this to me again.” Smack! Smack! Smack!

  He continued to paddle her until her butt was bright red and swollen. Tears were rolling down her face as she continued to suck on Sam. Small, muffled cries filled the room

  Roarke threw away the paddle, his chest he

aving with each breath. Then he drew her up and sat back on his ass, pulling her onto his lap to hold her close.

  “You hear me?” he said kissing her face, the top of her head. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.”

  “I promise,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  Sam joined them and he drew the other man into his embrace, just holding the loves of his life close.

  *****

  Sam lay on his back, smiling as Ava climbed over him. Grabbing the base of his cock, she guided him into the soft haven of her hot pussy. Roarke had already taken out the plug and was watching on, ready to join them.

  “Ahh,” he groaned. “That feels so good.”

  “Lay still,” Roarke warned them both. They stilled. “Sam, reach around and hold open Ava’s butt cheeks.”

  Ava winced as he grabbed her cheeks and he kissed her soothingly. Not that she really deserved it. Roarke wasn’t the only one she’d terrified with her trip to the club.

  “Relax, baby,” Sam whispered as Roarke pushed his way inside her.

  “So tight,” Roarke moaned. “Sam, get ready to move.”

  Sam drew out and Roarke thrust in. They set up a rhythm, in and out, driving deep. Sam watched Ava but saw nothing but pleasure on her face.

  “Oh, oh,” she cried.

  “Sir, I’m close,” Sam called out.

  “Me too,” Roarke grunted. “Her ass is so tight. Sam, help her out. Little one, you’re coming with us.”

  “Please, please,” she cried out as Sam slipped his hand between their bodies to circle her clit. “Yes!”

  “Come now,” Roarke groaned.

  Sam surged forward, finding heaven as Ava clamped down on him, her passage rippling around his cock.

  With a shout, his balls tightened, his legs tingling as he came.

  *****

  “Dammit, Sam, what the hell were you thinking?”

  Ava hurried up the stairs and into the living room. She’d never heard Roarke yell like that, not even after her venture into the club two weeks ago. It turned out Rory had found out that it was Ava who’d told on her to Alex about how she’d been treating Tilly, so she’d decided to get some revenge, even going so far as to hire someone to slash Alex’s tires. She’d been banned from the club, and Roarke had sent out the message to all other BDSM clubs in the state. She’d be lucky to get into any club now.

  She came to a shocked stop as she found Sam and Roarke face to face, glaring at each other. The blinking Christmas lights seemed to mock the anger in their faces.

  What the hell was wrong?

  “Something you should have done years ago,” Sam yelled back. Oh my God. This was worse than she’d thought if Sam was yelling. Sam was the most easygoing guy she knew. “Only you were too damned scared to.”

  Oh bubbles.

  Roarke took a step forward and she squeaked as she jumped forward to quickly get between them, terrified that fists were about to fly.

  “Ava, get out of the way,” Roarke ordered as he glared at Sam.

  “Uh-uh, no way,” she replied, shaking her head. “What is going on here? I could hear you guys down the stairs.”

  “Ava, move,” Sam ordered. “This is between Roarke and me.”

  “Well, now it’s between the three of us. Talk to me.”

  Roarke stared down at her, his eyes blazing. “Ava. Move. Now.”

  Every inch of her screamed that she should obey him, but she stood her ground, throwing her shoulders back in a fake show of bravery.

  “No. Not until the two of you calm down. Now what is going on?”

  Roarke turned his attention to Sam. He pointed his finger at him. “You had no right to do this.”

  “Someone had to. They’re your family, they miss you. It’s Christmas. It’s time to let go.”

  Without a word, Roarke turned and walked away. Ava stared after him.

  “Well,” Sam said sadly. “That went well.”

  Sam sat on the sofa, Ava beside him, holding his hand as she stared at him worriedly.

  “I can’t believe you did that. I can’t believe you called Roarke’s family and invited them here for Christmas.”

  “Can’t believe I’d be that stupid, huh?” Sam said, rubbing his guts. Damn, he’d expected Roarke to be angry, but he hadn’t imagined that he’d storm out of the house. He’d figured Roarke would yell, glare, punish him. But leave? No, he hadn’t seen that coming.

  Christ, what had he done? What if Roarke never forgave him? What if he’d made the wrong decision completely? His gut burned and he continued to rub it.

  “No, I can’t believe you were that brave, I’ve been trying to work up the guts to do something about the rift between Roarke and his family for ages. It’s stupid. They’re all hurting for no reason.”

  Sam sighed, gratitude almost bringing tears to his eyes. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I know it doesn’t seem like it at the moment, but you did the right thing. This needs to be resolved, even if Roarke can’t see that at the moment.”

  “I’m glad you agree with me. Because they’re due at the airport in forty minutes.”

  *****

  Ava kept up a steady stream of conversation in the car, which Sam was eternally grateful for. He was so nervous about Roarke’s reaction once they got home that he could barely get any words past his lips.

  Roarke probably thought there was time to tell his parents that they couldn’t come, not realizing that they were right now pulling into his driveway.

  “This is beautiful,” Roarke’s mother, Anna said.

  He and Ava hadn’t tried to explain their relationship with Roarke, yet another minefield he hadn’t thought about how to navigate through. A bit like explaining that they lived above a BDSM club.

  And how their son didn’t actually want them here.

  They climbed out of the car and Sam grabbed their bags while Ava led them inside and up the stairs.

  “So, is this just a house or one of those clubs Roarke owns as well?” Roarke’s father, Joseph asked as they moved into the living room.

  Ava’s jaw dropped as she turned to look at them. “You know about the clubs?”

  “Oh yes, dear,” Anna said. “We’ve always known about Roarke’s clubs. Are you both in a relationship with him?”

  Sam gaped down at the sweet, motherly looking woman in front of him, her salt and pepper hair pulled back in a bun, lines around her eyes and face only adding to the character of her face.

  Ava stared up at Sam then at Anna and Joseph who stood patiently.

  “Yes, we are,” she said quietly.

  Both of them smiled and Anna grabbed each of their hands. “I’m so glad. Roarke deserves some happiness in his life.”

  Joseph nodded solemnly. “We did wrong by Roarke, we were so caught up in our own grief, we failed to see how Austin’s death was affecting him and by the time we came to grips with everything, well, he was so deep in his own guilt that we couldn’t reach him. This rift is all our fault.”

  “It was my fault that Austin died,” Roarke said from the doorway, his voice filled with pain.

  Anna turned with a gasp, her eyes filling with tears. “Oh, Roarke, how could you think that? Of course it wasn’t your fault.”

  “You blamed me.”

  “No, son,” Joseph said. “We were grieving and we were wrong. We never blamed you, but we did leave you to make a horrible decision. And then when we realized what was going on we couldn’t seem to reach you to fix it.”

  “Maybe we should leave you guys alone,” Sam said, picking up the bags. Ava grabbed his arm, following him out.

  Roarke stopped them at the doorway. “You two are in so much trouble.”

  Epilogue

  “Oh my God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so exhausted in my life,” Ava said as she climbed into bed.

  “Me neither.” Sam cuddled in close to her.

  Roarke stood over them, hands on his hips. “Really? Because we still have a bit of business to take care of,” he said sternly.

  Ava opened her eyes, staring up at him. “What?” she asked.

  They’d just dropped Roarke’s parents off at the airport after a two week stay. Their relationship wasn’t fully healed yet, but time would take care of that. Ava had loved having them here; they were two of the sweetest people she’d ever met. But at the same time she was glad to be alone with her two men.

  She couldn’t believe she’d made it through the Christmas period without chewing and spitting once. Oh, there had been some close calls. But this time of year was generally really hard for her. All the Christmas cheer usually reminded her of what little family she had and the excess of food available would make her panic.

  But this year, she’d had her family close. Not just Roarke and Sam. Roarke’s parents had made sure that she and Sam understood that they considered them part of their family.

  A family.

  “We’ve got to deal with the fact that Sam went behind my back and called my parents without my permission. And then you both went and brought them back here without telling me.”

  Ava gulped. Seemed they weren’t going to sleep right now.

  A smile broke out on Roarke’s stern face. “Thank you. Both of you. This is the one and only time I will say this. But I’m glad you disobeyed me.”

  He sat on the bed and drew them close.

  “Thank you,” he whispered. “I love you both so much. You’re my everything. I never thought I’d forgive myself or that I would get my family back. For a long time, I figured that I’d live the rest of my life alone in atonement for Austin’s death. Then I met you,” he turned to Sam and caressed his cheek, “and I simply could not get you out of my head or my heart. But I decided you were it, my only love, my only family. Then a little pixie arrived on our doorstep, nearly shaking with nerves yet so brave with it. And I knew my life would change forever.”

  He kissed her and her stomach dropped, her clit throbbing slightly. Hmm, maybe she wasn’t as tired as she’d thought.

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