by Christy Poff
"After all, I am a Sommersby."
* * * *
Two weeks after Reed took Chelsea and their daughter home, Candace slept through the night. Once she did, Chelsea enjoyed an uninterrupted sleep, too.
Reed sat in a chair by the bed watching her. My God, I'm so damned lucky. His cock begged to embed itself in her pussy, needing to feel their heat but he'd wait until she felt ready.
"If you sit there watching me any longer, I'll have to punish you for denying your mistress."
"My body begs for it, Mistress."
"Well, then,” she asked, “what do we do about this?"
"I have a surprise for you."
"What?"
"While you were having our daughter, I did a little investigating."
"And what did you find out?"
"I wondered how my father used his secret haven when she still lived in the house. He'd had her moved across the hall but he knew she kept tabs on his comings and goings."
"And?"
"What room is directly below us?"
"The study?"
"Exactly,” he said. “I tapped on all the walls and discovered another panel near the entrance to the playroom. This one led me up to our room."
"I love old houses."
"This means we can sneak down there without anyone knowing and with the baby monitor, we'll be able to hear Candace if she needs you."
"At least we have her nanny, too."
"True,” he agreed.
"When do you plan to show me this?"
"As soon as my mistress is ready."
"I am very ready."
"Then let's go."
"One thing I want—my belly dangle put back where it belongs."
"And the others?"
"I think clips will do until Candace stops nursing."
Reed pulled back the sheet, groaning at the sight of her naked body calling to him. He stripped out of his boxers, went to her jewelry box and picked out the diamond belly stud. He easily slid it through the hole then kissed her.
"God, you taste good."
"Then use me, slave."
Reed pulled her to him then picked her up. Carrying her to the wall, he told her how to open the panel. She did and they disappeared into the dark secrets of Carrington House. He had her open another door and they entered their corner of paradise.
"Tell me what to do, Mistress."
"I want to be shackled and at your mercy."
"I think I can handle your desire."
He placed her in the center of a huge circular bench covered with red velvet.
"Where did this come from?"
"I found it in the attic when I went up for the crib. I remembered seeing pictures of it in the center of the entry where the table is now. The ideas flashed through my mind along with visions of you on it and they made me need you more. I couldn't wait for you to see it."
"And what did you see, Master?"
"You'll see, my beautiful slave."
It never ceased to amaze either one of them how easily they could tell when to switch roles from master or mistress to slave.
Reed removed the circle of diamonds necklace he'd given her to celebrate their daughter's birth. The circle is complete in many ways. Her quick gasp made him smile.
"You are still bound to me whether you wear either collar or another one of my choosing. For this, I'd rather not take any chances on breaking it."
"Yes, Master, forgive my doubt."
"I love you, Chelsea Carrington,” he whispered. “Remember that."
"Yes, Master, I will."
While he spoke to her, he placed a leather collar around her neck. He took her hands, cuffing them behind her in velvet-lined manacles. Chelsea moved her hands above her waist knowing what position he wanted her in.
"Very nice,” he complimented, walking around the softly cushioned piece of furniture. He could feel her gaze burning his skin, his cock growing hard. He stood in front of her, cupping her breasts while his thumbs played over her nipples, firming them right before he attached her nipple clips. She held her reactions, driving Reed insane with wanting her.
He picked up a suede-tipped flogger then pulled her closer. Without a word, he placed the tip of his cock on her lips. Dutifully, she waited until he told her to take him. A quick snap of suede against her ass caused her to open her mouth. He thrust his cock inside her, Chelsea taking him deep in her throat. A few more snaps and she took him over the edge, his release exploding into her mouth. She took him before she drew back gasping for air.
He groaned while he came then watched her chest heave from her erratic and heavy breathing. Kneeling in front of her, he pulled her head back and roughly kissed her. As he did, he pushed her down, parting her legs.
"I'm going to fuck you and while I do, I'm going to add pressure to your collar. Tell me if I go too far."
"I will,” she assured him, crying out when he slowly slid his swollen cock into her body.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes,” she gasped, her hands clenching behind her.
Reed thrust into her, his pace increasing. When she neared the edge, he slid his fingers between the leather collar and the nape of her neck. A slight amount of pressure to the throat during an orgasm had been proven to heighten the sensation. They'd tried it before she became pregnant then stopped in order to safeguard their child. Now, Reed wanted her on the sexual rush of a lifetime. Feeling her wet heat envelop his cock drove him more along with the sexy, natural movements of Chelsea's breasts and the fact he had missed his wife.
Chelsea gasped before surprising him by leaning into the collar in order to apply more pressure. She called his name when he filled her, her essence drowning them both.
Kissing her, he removed the collar, massaging her neck.
"Reed?"
"Yes?"
"You're driving me insane. I need to come."
"Anything."
Chelsea's moans filled the room, Reed pounding his cock into her hot pussy.
"Your tits are driving me nuts."
"Then suck them."
"Yes, ma'am,” he groaned, taking one nipple between his teeth while his tongue teased it.
"I love you, Reed."
"God, I love you, Chels. If I were to lose you..."
"You won't,” she swore.
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Chapter 11
Weeks passed with no further contact from Lynne Sommersby. Being the holidays, they hoped the society witch had busied herself with the myriad of parties and galas taking place over the time between Thanksgiving and a week, maybe two, after New Year's.
Reed went through the stack of invitations they'd received, sending their regrets to most of them. They agreed to attend the annual benefits for the hospital and the department's hero scholarship fund.
"How about this one?” he asked, handing her an invitation to the Art Guild's Christmas ball.
"I should go."
"Then we will."
"Are you sure? I mean..."
"Don't worry about it. You're coming to the department affair."
"Okay, I'll send in our yes."
Reed suddenly became quiet.
"Reed?"
He handed her the invitation to the Sommersbys’ annual White Ice dance at the Ben Franklin Hotel.
"We definitely can't go to this. I don't have anything white to wear and I refuse to..."
"You're amazing."
"Because?"
"That piece of cardstock just tore me apart. I mean, to be invited into the lion's den is..."
"I know but it's all right. Do you usually go?"
"No."
"Then I see no problem. If you always went..."
"If I'd always gone, she would have known who I was the night we met at 46."
"What are you saying?"
"The few times I went to the house, Lynne never paid any attention to me, if she even knew I existed. Now, she wants to ruin my life."
"I refuse to let her do t
hat. We've got everything we want—our amazing bond, our life together, Candace..."
"I am terrified of losing it all. The bitch is a psycho."
"We've done everything Matt and the other detective suggested. Dan's been a huge help also."
"But we shouldn't have to go through life looking over our shoulders."
Chelsea went to him, holding his head against her black silk blouse. He put his arms around her, her touch comforting him. His fingertips went to the peak in her blouse where her nipple pressed against it, Reed feeling something different.
"My mistress is a minx."
"Only for you. Since Candace is no longer nursing, I wanted the studs back in."
"They are you."
"And only for you."
* * * *
"How could you, Mother?"
"How could I what?"
"How could you invite Reed Carrington and that social outcast he calls a wife to..."
"I've always invited him to our parties,” her mother answered matter-of-factly. “Why are you all upset?"
"I don't want her at the party with our friends."
"I don't see a problem, Jocilynne. Reed married Chelsea and she's included in the invitation—end of subject."
"But..."
"Remember your manners, dear,” her mother reminded Jocilynne.
Jocilynne fumed. With the family's ball taking place the week before Christmas, she had to move her schedule around. No way would Reed Carrington bring his wife to a party at the hotel or Sommersby Manor.
She left her mother's office then ran upstairs as soon as she no longer was in sight. She respected her mother's wishes about running in the mansion but what her mother couldn't see wouldn't hurt her.
In her room, she opened her laptop and rearranged her timetable. In three weeks, Chelsea Strawbridge Carrington would be a bad memory and Reed Carrington would learn not to screw around with Jocilynne Sommersby and if lucky, Dan Wheldon would join them. Hopefully, I'll kill three birds with one stone.
* * * *
Bright and early the next morning, Jocilynne went to her house near South Street. Walking through it, she found all the work she'd contracted had been completed—ahead of schedule which pleased her.
The first floor had been furnished to make it appear like someone lived in the house while only one bedroom on the second floor had been set up for her comfort while she enjoyed the security system monitors of the basement and front entry.
She checked the basement next, finding the alterations to her throne chair had been completed as she'd instructed. Her short trip to a bondage club in Jersey had gotten her someone who did as she wished and he even suggested some other ideas. His fee turned out to be very enjoyable. At least he didn't leave her like Reed had.
Lynne went to a small wall safe, checking on the explosives her demolition man had set up for her. Replacing the bundles inside it, she locked the safe then decided on a date. Her last task—figuring out how to get her intended victim to the house. Then it came to her.
Jocilynne called a local florist, ordering a dozen roses. On the card, she simply said—Meet me at six and wear one of my favorites. She gave the address for the meeting, smiling.
"And the signature, ma'am?'
"Just R."
She gave her credit card number and told them where she wanted the roses delivered.
While Little Miss Outcast languished in her house waiting for Reed, she'd distract him by visiting the family estate. By the time she finished, Carrington wouldn't be able to get into Center City in time to save his wife, especially with holiday traffic.
"Now, that is hot."
* * * *
Reed had just come off a grueling three-day shift. The engine company had been constantly responding to calls throughout their local, something normal for the holiday season. He went to their townhouse, hugging Chelsea when he walked in the door.
"Reed, you look exhausted."
"I am,” he admitted. “Take me home."
They got Candace's things together then their daughter and left their second home for the comfort and peace of Carrington House. As soon as they greeted Ming-toi, they made sure the baby and her nanny had settled in then Chelsea set her attention to her husband.
They went upstairs, arm-in-arm and straight to the master suite, closing the door.
"Get some sleep."
"I want to be with you,” he said, pulling her close. “You feel so damned good to me."
"I have some things to take care of so get some rest and then I'll let you tie me up."
"God, an offer I can't refuse,” he groaned as she pushed him onto the bed.
His head no sooner hit the pillow than he'd fallen sound asleep. She covered him up, kissing him before she quietly left the room. She went to the nursery to check on the baby.
"I'm going to get some Christmas shopping done. Call me if you need anything and please, don't wake my husband unless it's an absolute emergency."
"Yes, ma'am."
Chelsea kissed her daughter then left. She drove her ‘Vette out of the driveway, heading for one of the malls in Bucks County. With both the people she loved the most sleeping, now became the most opportune time to get her Christmas shopping done, considering she planned to spoil the both of them.
Driving out of the city, she didn't notice the sleek black sports car following her at a safe distance. Chelsea had other things on her mind.
* * * *
Reed woke, startled by the phone ringing.
"Yeah,” he said, trying to wake up.
"It's her or me."
"When the hell are you going to give this up?"
"When I get what I want."
"Give it up."
"Why don't I come over while your little wife is shopping in Bucks County?"
"I don't think so. I don't want you anywhere near me or my family."
"Pity, you don't know what you're missing."
"Trust me, I do."
Totally awake, he called Matt Nicholson with the latest news.
"We've got a problem, Matt."
"What?"
"She's been following my wife—at least, today. She offered to come over here while Chelsea shopped in Bucks County. I didn't even know where Chelsea went because I came off seventy-two and went straight to bed."
"That isn't good, Reed. It means she's stepping up her plans."
"Shit!"
"Exactly. I can put a man on her but we're strapped this time of year. Detectives are being loaned out for routine robbery investigations. It's up to you, man."
"See what the brass says. If they nix the tail, we'll deal with it."
"You're sure?"
"No, but what else am I going to do? I don't want a private detective because I don't trust them."
"Let me see if any one in patrol wants overtime."
"I'll take care of it if you get someone."
"Okay, I'll be in touch."
Reed hung up and lay back against the pillows. He looked at the time needing to know how long she'd been gone. He worried about Chelsea knowing Lynne knew his wife's whereabouts and could strike at any time. His stomach tightened. Come on, Mistress, come home—please...
He got up, slipped into a pair of jeans and went downstairs to his study after checking on his daughter. He went to the cabinet behind the desk and turned on his scanner in order to listen to the adjacent counties where he knew she'd be traveling.
He poured himself a drink hoping to dull his nerves but his concern overwhelmed him. He began pacing, time dragging.
"Where the hell are you?"
The moment he heard the front door open and the cat's howl, he ran to meet her. He couldn't wait for her to drop her bags onto the table before he pulled her into his arms.
"Reed, what the..."
"I've been worried about you."
"I went Christmas shopping at Neshaminy Mall. I thought I'd get some of it done while you both slept."
"Come here,” he said, before his l
ips covered hers.
"Reed, what the hell is wrong?” she asked, sensing his urgency.
"Lynne called with the usual message. Then she offered to come over to keep me company while you were shopping in Bucks County."
"She followed me?"
"Evidently."
"I am so sorry you were worried."
"I'm just glad you're home and safe. The thoughts running through my mind..."
"Shh, I'm here and I'm all right."
Reed kissed her again, his hand pressing her face to his, afraid to lose contact. He lifted her up, carrying her into the library and, after kicking the door closed, he pushed her against it, his body holding hers in place.
He drew back, tears in his eyes.
"I nearly lost you once. I..."
"I love you, Reed."
"I've so very sorry about this. I've never felt this kind of terror or helplessness before."
"Reed, I understand,” she said, trying to soothe him.
Suddenly, his emotions took over again. He ripped her blouse open, the buttons flying in various directions. He took one of her nipples and suckled it while she held him close.
"I'm yours, Reed. No master or slave now. I want raw, natural Reed Carrington to..."
"And if I hurt you?"
"I'll take my chances."
"Yes, ma'am,” he said. “Gladly."
"Don't hold back."
"I won't."
While cupping her breasts and torturing her extremely aroused nipples, he nipped at her. Her hands slid between them, unzipping first her jeans then his, both pooling at their ankles. His hand slid down her body, yanking her thong off her.
"I need you naked,” he gasped.
"Same."
Quickly, they finished stripping out of their clothes. He carried her to his desk, shoving everything in his way aside before bending her over it. Her hands went to the opposite edge, her fingers curling around it, preparing for her husband's raw passion.
She moaned when he aroused her more, his fingers fucking her. She came for him, drenching them both with her essence. Cool air touched her pussy when he pulled his fingers away, replacing them with his swollen cock.
Chelsea gasped when he thrust into her—no easing in, just one powerful thrust filling her body and touching every sensitive spot within her. Reed drew back then thrust deep within her wet heat again. She pushed up, still clenching her hands around the edge of the cherry wood desk. The moment her breasts fell free, his hands squeezed them. Her body shook as he pounded his cock into her without mercy.
