The smug smile was replaced with a shocked, thoughtful jaw drop. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You never asked,” I said, drinking the last drop of my wine.
“How about going with me to the bathroom. Because I’m hard as steel now and my cock only answers to you nowadays.”
I playfully punched his arms.
“If only. But if we got caught, I would have no idea how to tell the kids?”
“Fair enough, but one day soon, I will have you in a public bathroom. It's kind of a fantasy of mine. But speaking of your kids, I need to get you home before the bastard brings them back.”
How did he know that James was a bastard?
Drake Hart
Cherry: Going to bed with nothing on but your bracelet.
This was my favorite part of the day, having a text war with Cherry.
Me: You look exquisite than. Quite possibly the most beautiful woman in the world.
Cherry: You don’t know that. You’re not watching me are you?
Me: Not this time ;) but I have already seen all of you. So I don’t have to be looking at you to know you are perfection in motion.
Cherry: Flattery will get you everywhere. Need to tuck the boys in for the night then I’ll call you. XOXOX
Me: You can come tuck me in.
I set the phone on the bar and poured myself a glass of whiskey. Cherry and I have spent the last week texting throughout the day then a single phone call every night. The flirting was fun, but what I loved the most were the texts where she talked about life. I wanted to hear every detail about her life, her day. I wanted to tell her mine too. But my business would always keep her at arm’s length.
I sunk down on the sofa and switched on the television when I heard my cell ring. My Cherry Pie lit up on the screen.
Fuck, I was smiling again. I picked up the phone. “Hey, beautiful. That didn’t take long.”
“Had an important phone call to make,” she said, putting a fire in the pit of my stomach.
“That call will have to wait. You’re mine for a little while longer.” Or forever, if I have my say. Damn, stop that line of thinking now, Drake Hart.
“Crawling into bed, so you have my undivided attention. How’s your day been?”
“Worked on a case, had a woman beg me to tie her up, visited with my sister. Just a regular day.”
She laughed, getting my weird sense of humor. She hadn’t questioned me again since she asked how many women I had been with. That question terrified me. I didn’t have a clear answer. I wasn’t sure myself. But there had only been one, I cared to talk to the next day and she was on the phone with me at the moment.
“Leave that woman alone, she’s a whore. I’ll let you tie me up next weekend if you hold out for me,” she said, breaking through my thoughts.
“Didn’t have any rope on me today.” Or the will to tie her up. “But since you put it that way, I will gladly wait. Can I see you this weekend?”
“I have the kids. Their dad is in North Carolina.”
I wouldn’t argue with her, but I would find a way to see her. No way in hell would I go two weeks without having her near me.
She yawned loud enough that I heard it through the phone. “Tired, baby?”
I hated to think of her being worn down. She was raising three kids on her own and dealing with an ass that she was married too. I wanted to make her smile, and forget life for a little while. I told her every detail of my day I thought she would find amusing and recapped the last episode of The Walking Dead she missed while attending Noah’s baseball game.
With each small laugh I caused, my insides came alive with anticipation and joy.
“Night, babe, dream of me because I sure as hell will be thinking of you.”
“Always,” she said and clicked the phone off.
Cherry Webb
“Really, Mom, you’re being unreasonable. Maybe if you acted like Dad and found a man and had a good screw you would be happier,” Ruby barked out, before stomping off and into her room.
I dropped the glass I was washing in the sink and took a deep breath, trying my damnedest not to laugh when I heard her slam the bedroom door.
I have found someone, sweet pea, I thought and stroked over the leather bracelet I was still unable to take off.
I shouldn’t allow Ruby to talk to me like that but she was lost. She was with me when I walked in on her dad and the woman she had always viewed as her aunt. It was hard trying to raise a teenager with values and morals when her dad acted like a teenager with a hormone overload.
Determined Ruby would never learn about my new hormone addiction, I would keep Drake at arm’s length and as far as I could get from my kids. However, I knew I would play more scenes with him. I thought back to his numerous calls. It was unnerving how much the sound of his voice made me come apart at the seam.
Lost in thought, I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang.
“Hey, Mom” I said as I answered on the first ring, sure it was my nightly call from dear old mom. After all, I had already talk to Drake two times that day.
“Hello, Babe. So is that what you are calling me now? I prefer daddy.” The sound of Drake's voice, strong and comforting, hung heavily in my ear. “Miss me, yet?”
God, yeah, I missed him. For the first time since James and I had separated, I had wanted my kids to have a weekend with their dad.
I slipped down onto a nearby chair and threw the dish towel I was holding across the table.
“Babe, I asked you a question?” His voice sounded deeper over the phone, and so close.
Oh! Why did my body become suddenly alert at his authoritative tone?
“Yes, Sir, I miss you. Some parts really miss you.”
My cheeks burned. I couldn’t believe I had said that. Drake Hart was turning me into a sex starved animal.
“I miss all of you but a few of your parts are fun to play with.”
I started to laugh but the playfulness in his voice stop me in my tracks. He wanted to play, but where was he? At the club. There are plenty of women there willing to play.
“Where are you?” Not with me.
“The club.”
I felt the fear plummet to the lowest pit in my stomach.
“Alone in my private suite, missing you,” he added. “Are the kids in bed yet?”
“Yeah, the boys’ bedtime is nine and Ruby just stormed off to her room right before you called.”
“You sound tired?”
“Dealing with my ex? You can’t off their dad. Can you?”
“Working on it.”
I finally laughed. Only this man could make me smile like a fucking idiot over the phone. “Make it bloody then.”
“I could never make it as painful as he deserves.” He paused and something in his voice kept me from saying a word.
“Look outside, I have a surprise for you.”
I dropped the phone in my lap. What the hell? I picked it back up. “What?”
“Go, open the front door and you’ll see,” he said, causing me to let my phone fall to the floor again.
When I opened the door, my feet scraped up against a box with a small laptop perched on top of it.
I picked them both up and opened the lid of the computer.
“Hey, babe,” Drake said, his face taking up the whole screen. “I can’t see you tonight, but I wanted to leave you with a little taste of me.”
His well-manicured hand rested on his right cheek. I could only see half his stunning face, but I had studied him enough to have every line memorized. The crinkle of his cheek meant he was smiling at me. I was not prepared for this. I had jelly and I am sure gum in my hair, and didn’t have an ounce of make-up on.
“Why don’t you say we take this to the bedroom?” Drake said, and I eagerly raced to my master suite, locking the door behind me.
“Put the computer somewhere and face it towards your bed.” His voice rumbled in the room.
I was still mesmer
ized by the way his hand cast a shadow over eighty percent of his face.
“Now, Mrs. Webb,” he demanded, making me jump to attention.
I quickly glanced around the room and decided to place it on the tall dresser in the corner. I smiled into the camera. Drake winked, and I saw a shadow of a smile on his darkened face. My nipples ached as my heavy breasts grew sensitive and tender at the thought of what he had planned. This was his art form, and I had already come to the conclusion he only created masterpieces.
“Good, girl, now go place the box on the bed then turn around and look at me.”
I went directly to the bed and placed the silk box on top of it then immediately turned around, stumbling on my left foot. He coughed. I straightened by back, lowered my head, and clasped my hands behind my waist. Drake didn’t know it but just that day I had purchased a book on being a submissive, and devoured it. I wanted Drake Hart to be proud of me. I was willing to give myself whole heartedly. After all, I was his. Only his. I would freely give him my body because it became his, the moment I first fell in his office.
“Take off your top, Ms. Webb. I want to see your voluptuous breasts.”
I tried being seductive but hasty at the same time. I wanted him to be pleased. When I released my breasts from the bra caging them in, he inhaled deeply. I glanced up and caught the cocky expression on his gorgeous face; the hunger in his eyes as they devoured every inch of my body.
I felt my shoulders round, trying to hide my grotesque body from his stare. I couldn’t ever remember someone looking at me with such raw desire. I was sure no one ever had. My maddening mind tried to scramble around it all; the thought he looked at me like that, the anticipation. I had no idea what he had planned but I was ready for anything.
“Straighten your back, you’re beautiful, my little piece of cherry pie.”
I stood tall and proud, clasping my wrist, showcasing the leather band he had given me. I held my head down, but peeked up at the small computer screen behind the fringe of the loose strands of my hair. He had lowered his hand and leaned in closer to the camera. He appeared famished, ready to tear me apart with his eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was me or the power that turned him on.
“Pants,” he said.
Just the sound of his voice upped the heat in my body until my pants suddenly became an unwanted luxury. I quickly discarded them.
“Good girl, now go over to the box and pick-up the silver one,” he said.
I walked to the bed and ran my pointer finger over the assortment of multiple color boxes. The silver one was on top. I snatched it up and started to open it when I heard Drake click his tongue. I turned to face the computer screen, forgetting my present state of undress.
“Did I tell you to open it?”
“No, Sir,” I responded, holding my head down farther in shame.
“Hold your head up. I want you to be proud of being mine. When you stand like that it makes you appear broken not more submissive,” he said, his voice somewhat softer causing me to look up and bite down on my lip to avoid smiling. “Inside the box is my favorite of all my toys. It can cause pleasure or pain, and I have envisioned them on you ever since I first saw your beautiful tits.”
He stopped talking but I didn’t move, unsure of what he wanted me to do.
“Open it.” How in the hell does he make even that sound erotic?
I slid the top off and inside found two delicate clips connected by a singular chin.
“Nipple clamps. I want you to place a clip firmly on each of your nipples.”
I slowly placed one on my right nipple. It was not too harsh. I could handle it. I placed the second one on my left breast and was briefly taken back by the pain. I started to fall in the same place my mind went when he spanked me at the club.
“Mrs. Webb, I think I like those on you,” Drake said, bringing my attention back to him.
I glanced up and smiled. “Do you now, Master?”
“Oh, I do. But when I place them on you it will be a hell of a lot tighter. I will bring you to your knees.”
My body wouldn’t stop betraying me. I should have been insulted but I wasn’t. All I wanted was for him to be there asserting his will over me. I glanced back at the small screen and his piercing blue eyes. They were daring me to look away. I couldn’t. My knees buckled causing the clamps to sway, baring down harder on my nipples. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming but I never looked away. He ran his tongue slowly over his upper lip. He was addictive. I was in deeper than I ever wanted to admit. My knees weakened, my pussy clenched; wet for him to control.
“Open the green box, my sweet cherry pie, and lay down on the bed.”
I removed the tissue from the box to discover a finely wrapped present. I sat on the bed to unwrap it. Inside, I found a large wand with a bulb at the end of it.
“I wanted you to have this for when you think of me. It is a Hitachi Wand.”
I scooted back on the bed until I was leaning against the headboard.
“Let me see you use it.”
I shook my head. I couldn’t, could I? I held up the vibrator and switched it on. It vibrated in my hand causing me to drop it.
“Now, Cherry, I am not a patient man.”
I skimmed my fingers against my hot flesh. “Now,” Drake barked. I shoved two fingers deep into my pussy, unable to tell him no. It clenched tightly around my digits as I drank him in. I could only see him from the chest up but it was no doubt his shoulders were moving. Thrusting my digits, I watched as his body relaxed at the feel of his own hand. It didn’t deter me, more it made me want to give him a show he would never forget. I started to follow the pace his body was moving. Even without actually being in the room, he controlled the very oxygen I breathed.
“I can’t wait to jerk myself off with that beautiful body of yours,” he said with a labored breath.
As his movement quickened, I sped up mine, brushing the vibrator against my swollen bud as I did. Just as the orgasm threatened, he ordered me to yank the chains connecting the clamps. I obeyed, and screamed out as the pain from the clips and the pleasure from the vibrator all crashed into one hell of an orgasm. My eyelids grew heavy as I basked in the feeling he made stir in me. Before sleep took over, I heard Drake call out my name as he achieved his own release.
Drake Hart
I had not jerked myself off in years but I also never had the scene of one Cherry Webb to watch either. It was a sight I would envision for nights to come. She was the masochist that perfectly meshed with my sadist streak. Sex was just sex; I could get it anywhere. She was the one. The one who not only pleased my dominant side but also ease the hurt in the lost little boy in me.
Drake Hart
Six-years-old
This placed smelled like bleach and vomit. I didn’t like it. They made Katie cry. Billy said we were going home with him but they had already put twelve x’s on the calendar hanging below that high television, and we were still here.
I still haven’t let them hold Katie. I even held her as they took funny pictures of our bones. They told Billy I had a few bones that had been broken but I could have told them I was broken. Katie’s was perfect. I could have told them she was perfect too. The hardest was when they stuck that needle in Katie’s arm. She screamed. She didn’t know we weren’t allowed to scream. But Billy and his Dad, Jerry didn’t get mad. Instead, Jerry held my hand and Billy rubbed a finger over Katie’s hand. If I didn’t know better, I would say that it hurt them when they did that. But that would mean that they cared about us, and I was the boy no one loved. My Mommy even said I was an unlovable boy.
“Hey, boss,” Billy said as he came through the door shaking a bottle for Katie.
He handed me the bottle and rubbed one of Katie’s curls between his fingers. “I know you’re hurting, and I’m sorry I didn’t come back to get you sooner. I know you’ve lived through some tough shit. I’m not perfect but I promise I won’t let you live like that again. I love you, dude.”<
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Something warm bubbled up in my stomach. I liked it. Billy might actually like me. If he liked me he had to love Katie. He wouldn’t hurt her.
“You want to hold Katie.”
Billy’s head popped up and he seemed shocked. I didn’t talk much. It was better if I didn’t. Billy smiled, even his eyes sparkled. He was so happy it even made me smile.
“Really, boss, I would love that.” He reached out his arms to take Katie.
I panicked for a minute, and squeezed her too tight. I had to tell my stupid head that it was Billy, he wouldn’t hurt us. He was good.
Cherry Webb
“Mommy, Mommy,” screams and the banging of my bedroom door woke me from a deep sleep. I sat up when I heard the loud piercing scream of one little boy hurting another one.
“Stop it, Noah. I’m going to tell Mommy,” came loud and clear from Henry.
“Stop it, Noah,” I said and scratched my fingers through a rat nest called bed hair. “I’m coming.”
Kicking my legs off the bed, I knocked my knees against the vibrator. Shit, last night came flashing back to me. I glanced over at the still opened computer screen. It was black.
I honestly didn’t remember anything after my body was rocked with the most intense orgasm. I noticed I had even slept on top of my covers.
“Mommy, welp me,” Henry said again in an even louder pitch.
I threw the nipple clamps and vibrator under the mattress, and picked up the robe laying at the foot of the bed.
“Coming,” I said, tying the belt of the robe. I looked over at the computer one more time, wondering how long he watched me sleep. I slapped the computer shut and finally opened the door I was sure had dents from all the little hands that at been pounding on it.
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