“Uh…allow me…”
With precision, Maxine made a few more slices and dices, and—voila!—their pumpkin had a mouth.
“That’s the most lopsided face I’ve ever seen on a jack-o-lantern in my life,” Drew chuckled as Maxine snapped a few shots with her phone, instructing Drew how to pose.
“We’ve had some cocktails,” she noted. “I think Patrick is awfully cute, though.”
Suddenly, his jealousy level zoomed from zero into overdrive. Who the fuck was she talking about? “Patrick?”
“The pumpkin,” she explained. “Mom and I always named our pumpkins—and our Thanksgiving Turkeys.”
“Patrick…” he repeated and picked up their work of art to carry to the living room. “A solid Irish name. I like that.”
“And I like you, beautiful man…” she said, standing on the tips of her toes to give him a quick peck on the lips.
The oven timer buzzed, and Drew decided to leave anything related to any sort of food preparation in her hands. After retreating to the living room, he settled on the couch and waited while Maxine left the seeds to cool. They’d likely forget about them until morning.
When she finally made her way back to join him, he watched as she found the candle from earlier and carefully placed it inside the pumpkin to light. The scent of cinnamon slowly permeated the air while Drew tucked her under his protective arm, and they cuddled by the faint, flickering light.
“So…how would you like to spend the rest of the evening?” he asked, his finger dusting beneath her chin.
“However Master wishes to spend it…”
“Nope!” Drew gave a bit of a thrust to his hips as he pulled her closer. “I want you to make all the decisions tonight.”
“Well, fuckballs!” she said and reached for her zipper. “Spank my ass!”
“Without elements of bondage, discipline, and sadomasochism,” he stipulated.
“Always a catch, isn’t there?” she muttered. “You know…there is something that’s been on my mind…”
Exuding the most innocent air, Drew asked, “And what would that be?”
“Oh…” she whispered, then closed her eyes and licked her lips. Her bottom bouncing against the cushion, she simply couldn’t keep still. “I…your cock, Drew…I would love to suck it…please?”
How he loved watching her writhe when he hadn’t touched her. Caresses were lovely—even a nice crack on her ass turned her on—but she didn’t necessarily need them. Now her body was growing accustomed to other means of sexual manipulation. His words alone could coax her into arousal before she even realized that she was dripping with need for him.
“Well, since you said please…” He watched her eyes open, then widen.
“Really?” she laughed a bit nervously, slightly losing her courage. “Like…now?”
“Whenever you’re ready—if that’s indeed what you’d like to do this evening…”
“Most definitely…”
“Well, Maxine, my jeans can’t exactly unzip themselves…”
“I can…?”
“You may…”
Her hesitation, as she reached out with those petite and almost fragile hands, endeared him. However, he had to eradicate his mind of thoughts of her bent over his lap for just a moment and contain himself from further temptations. Once again, this was a brand-new experience for Maxine, and he didn’t want to shoot off in her mouth unexpectedly as he struggled with his own impatience.
What Drew didn’t realize is that Maxine had been planning this in her mind, practically from the moment they first met. In fact, she’d toyed with a few different scenarios. Just short of asking Ben’s expert advice, she choreographed the scene which she usually played through her thoughts just before she fell asleep each night. Now it was time for the show to begin…
Slithering closer but avoiding his lap, Maxine hooked her fingers into the belt loop of his jeans. When she looked up and smiled at him, she caught his own approving gaze, yet much to Drew’s surprise, she dropped her head…and closed her lips around the button on his fly.
The workout to her jaw was a bit more than she anticipated as her lips and tongue struggled to unfasten the difficult silver button. Clenching her teeth upon the zipper pull, she tugged with all of the might her mouth could muster, hoping all the while that her lips didn’t catch on the thick metal track. Occasionally, she paused as she made her journey downward, her warm breath a tease against his hardness beneath the layers of denim and the soft cotton of his boxer shorts.
“Creative maneuver, little one…just don’t break your teeth there…”
Only Drew could make her giggle in the middle of what was about to be her first blowjob.
Once she’d unzipped him, she settled back for mere seconds, allowing him to anticipate her next move. If Drew only knew how many bananas she’d practiced on, he’d laugh her right out of the room. She didn’t actually eat any of them, barring the bits that broke off as she attempted that “deep throat” maneuver, but Roni at the deli certainly thought he knew her favorite fruit now!
First, though, she had to wiggle him out of the confines of his jeans.
“You can touch me, little one,” he said. “I promise I won’t break…”
Even though she’d been so very intimate with him in ways she couldn’t have imagined, there was still a degree of shyness, if not embarrassment, that trickled into Maxine’s consciousness.
This is your chance—just go for it, she coached herself.
He was her lover—her delightful and compassionate and sometimes slightly insane partner—in all of this. While she knew what she intended to do…Maxine also knew that Drew would guide her along the way. He couldn’t expect the best blowjob ever. She was just learning. But fuckballs, if she wasn’t about to give it the old Maxine Kirk effort.
For a dizzying moment, Maxine almost felt as if she were sinking in quicksand as he swiveled his hips, boldly encouraging her curiosity. She didn't need to touch him to know that he was ready for anything at that point, but as her fingers carefully wrapped around him through his boxers, he pressed even closer into the palm of her hand. She licked her lips once—twice—and tightened her grip.
Eyes rolling upward, Drew pulled one tortured breath into his lungs. “Don't tempt me with promises—even the unspoken ones...” he warned, pushing that proverbial envelope once again.
Accepting his dare, Maxine dragged her fingertip right over the outline of his cock, scraping her nails a little for sport. “Need to…get…get these things off…”
“Oh, I'm sorry, little one,” he kissed her head and pulled his hips back just slightly. “You need some room to work there, don't you?”
She nodded and eased herself down to the floor on her knees, positioning herself between his legs. Minding his smile with a determined one of her own, Maxine locked her gaze with those blue eyes that were clouded with a passion she'd never seen in his reflection before.
“Feel free to come at your leisure this evening…”
Gingerly, she tugged at the waistband of those boxers and moved them aside with decorum. Taking her dear sweet time, she dragged them down just enough, paying attention to the hiss of his breath, which he held until she finally managed to release him from both his jeans and briefs.
Lovingly, she took him in her hands and cuddled her cheek against the strength of his desire. Then just as easily, she teased him with just the tender tip of her tongue, looking up to see his jaw slacken and his eyes close as if in prayer. If one could groan with reverence, Drew did just that as Maxine’s lips closed around him for the first time.
Cradling her head, he guided her with his hands. His thrusts were gentle, pulsing against her lips, encouraging her to take just a little bit more with each movement of his hips. So willingly, Maxine accepted him, her lips craving more with every push.
Maxine felt the ripples of her own orgasm rising, flooding every nerve ending in her body, as she continued her intimate manipulation of him. Th
e total indulgence of her own gratification while she pleased him, consumed her thoroughly.
As the last tremors of Maxine's climax began to subside, Drew inched further into her hungry mouth while his hands still held her. “Come again, Maxine…” he whispered. “With me…”
For Maxine this was the ultimate in her servitude; she found her greatest pleasure in fulfilling Drew. After nearly losing herself in the throes of her own release, Maxine forced herself to focus, taking him deeper and deeper. While she murmured in her own delight, her voice reverberated against his cock, eliciting a lingering rumble from Drew as he wove his fingers further into her hair.
Pressing her knees into the carpet to brace herself, she held on to his hips as he made love to her mouth. Ravenous, she wanted more. All the while, Drew fought to remain mindful of Maxine’s needs. He hadn’t planned on letting her go this far. Again, this was new, and Drew wanted to ease Maxine into every new sexual experience slowly. In fact, he planned on slipping out of her and finishing up with a nice little romp on the couch.
However, Maxine wasn’t about to let him go until they both found satisfaction. She pushed him toward completion that evening, encouraging him with only her lips and tongue.
Drew needed to say only one word, and Maxine drifted into oblivion as she tightened her mouth around him.
“Now…”
Oh, you could take the Dom out of the Dungeon but you could never really take the Dungeon out of the Dom…
As orgasm rushed through her again, she clung to Drew and willed herself to relax with his release. Daring to open her eyes, she looked up to catch his expression, immobilized in his pleasure. Raw desire filled his narrowed eyes that caught her gaze and held it in his thrall.
Settling against him in the calm, she moved closer to suckle and lap him clean just as any proper submissive would do.
“That…” he kissed her shoulder, “was unbelievable…”
To each other, they clung, then settled. Nuzzling his nose and mouth against her neck, he eased her down to rest on the couch and held her firmly to his chest. Sated, she couldn't help but smile over his praise.
“Should we head to the bedroom?” she suggested. “Seems like we’re spending every Friday evening on your parents’ couches…”
“Oh, little one, how I adore you,” he whispered, his lips caressing the top of her head. How I—
“Likewise,” Maxine said as she took the liberty to unbutton the shirt he still wore.
“So, it’s just after eleven,” he began. “Any idea what you were doing three weeks ago at this very moment?”
“I believe I was spilling champagne all over a very handsome man…”
“Sparkling wine—there’s a difference. But that you were indeed.” Cuddling closer, he brushed his lips against hers, thinking they might just have a sweet little autumn night nap before retiring to the bedroom. “Happy anniversary, little one…”
“Oh, Drew,” she breathed, returning his sweet little kisses. “Happy anniversary…”
Chapter Twelve
It was the most perfect weekend so far in the life of Maxine Kirk.
On that warm Saturday morning, she indulged in life’s simplest pleasures. For once, Drew hadn't risen at the crack of dawn to attempt to make her breakfast and gain a head-start on the day. Maxine could have sat beside him and watched him sleep all morning, so rare and peaceful was his slumber. When at last he stirred, he made leisurely love to her as the sunlight streamed through the curtains they'd forgotten to close the night before.
If she could have bottled her happiness that morning, she would have saved it to open on every single rainy day for the rest of her life. Falling in love was exhilarating, she decided, and Maxine hoped this dizzying whirl would last a lifetime.
While they’d only been together for three weeks, she refused to believe that her heart was so taken by Drew simply because he was the first man in her life. No, she couldn’t voice her emotions out loud yet. She still doubted herself enough to question Drew’s feelings—wondering if his breath caught every time he set eyes upon her...if he tingled at her touch with her every caress.
However, she forced herself to shake those qualms for the weekend. Living life for any reason but to enjoy the present moment seemed useless to her anymore. Every day was a struggle for Maxine, but she knew that dwelling on the past only led her down some very dark and dangerous roads. Focusing too much on the future would only result in heartbreak. She had to teach herself to revel in every single second of the present without looking behind or ahead.
While Drew’s pressure to perform that evening continued to mount, he managed to mask all of his worries for just a little while to enjoy the morning with Maxine. They sat on the porch at the guest house, sipping their coffee together, chatting, touching, teasing. Maxine cherished every last moment of their time alone, enjoying the almost boyish side of Drew that he never revealed to the world. He'd even picked her flowers from his mother's prized rose garden and said he'd just blame it on Adam later.
In fact, not even a brief visit from Adam himself could dampen their spirits that morning. Dressed in his usual wardrobe of cargo shorts and a flashy shirt with a baseball cap pulled exaggeratingly low over his eyes, he bore the signs of wear and tear from his evening out, which wasn't lost on his older brother. Squabbling ensued, and once again, Maxine found herself collapsed in a fit of her own laughter as the McKenzie brothers entertained her with their raucous banter.
However, eventually, they had to move on from their gloriously silly moments in the sun. Maxine had a very important lunch date, and Drew had a sound check to muddle through. They’d showered together to save time, and naturally, Drew left her wanting him, as she dripped all over the bathroom floor in her struggle to brush out her hair. They didn’t have time to make love again, but he certainly knew how to tease her with his clever hands and some slippery shower gel.
Drew did deliver her to the main house promptly at eleven-thirty, just as his mother had requested. Maggie assured him that she had everything under control. She’d worked with the party planner on so many occasions that they could read each other’s minds, and she had her cell phone in case of emergency.
Once inside the door, though, Maxine could see that Drew had replaced his carefree nature for concentration, and he seemed to hear nothing but sounds of his own conscience in his mind.
Somehow, Maggie managed to keep their conversation light as they drove into town, where Ben and Jeffrey actually met them for a champagne brunch at one of the local watering holes. Pierre’s was a light and bright spot in Bridgehampton, a restaurant converted from a charming old farmhouse complete with ivy climbing up the façade of the building. Everything inside was white—from the walls to the wash on the floors to the crisp linens on every perfectly set table. For a weekend, there were few customers, but the summer season had ended, and with the fall came less traffic to the beachside towns of Long Island.
They toasted with mimosas to a successful evening, but the conversation quickly circled back to Drew. Now Jeffrey was worried about him, too, and Maxine felt as if it were her mission to assure everyone that he’d be just fine.
Although Maggie chose to try and believe her, given that Maxine spent the most time with him those days, she also made a valid point about her oldest son: he’d rather step to the side if he felt he couldn’t perform to task rather than making an attempt to do something that was less than perfect. That, Maxine found to be true in every aspect of his life—right down to her submissive training.
Throughout lunch, though, she noticed what a lovely bond Maggie and Jeffrey shared, and she made just as much of an effort in getting to know Ben as she did Maxine. Drew had a million acquaintances, but he could only count his real friends on one hand. Jeffrey was one of the few people who never endeavored to use Drew’s wealth and social status in any way. They supported each other through thick and thin. And they kept each other’s confidence. With his own parents on the West Coast, Jeffr
ey always looked at the McKenzies as a second family—even with Adam as his baby brother.
When they finished their meal, Jeffrey and Ben decided to head to their hotel to nap before the festivities began, but Maggie was in no hurry to return to that house with Drew on the prowl. Just to buy them a little more time, she treated Maxine to a manicure and pedicure at a local salon. Maxine took that opportunity to find out more about Maggie’s charity efforts with both her foundation and beyond. Admittedly, Maxine always wanted to engage in volunteer work, but never really had the chance beyond a few projects with the local Salvation Army while she was in college. Maggie’s work, of course, focused on a much grander scale, but she was just thrilled to discuss a few opportunities with Maxine.
Maggie offered to introduce Maxine around and to provide her with additional information on the foundation—an invitation Maxine readily accepted. She certainly had the time, and she wanted to fill her hours by doing something useful. Taking action for a cause so close to Drew’s heart was an easy decision for Maxine.
Drew and Declan actually met them on the front drive when they returned to Maison McKenzie, and much to the relief of both his mother and Maxine, Drew was smiling.
“Ready for tonight?” Maggie asked with a knowing smile to her husband as Drew’s gaze locked upon Maxine’s.
“The caterer needs a few words with you, as does the event planner for a couple of last-minute changes,” Declan said. “But otherwise, I think we’re all set. Right, Drew?”
“Yeah, Dad…” Drew murmured mindlessly as he took Maxine’s hand, then gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “I missed you, little one…”
“I missed you, too…”
“Shall we walk it back to the cottage, then get ready for this evening?”
“Lead the way, sweet man…”
“Young couples in love,” Maggie grinned with a contented sigh while Drew and Maxine turned the far corner on the house. “Oh, they honestly do believe they’re the only people in the world sometimes.”
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