“Where’s Lisa?”
“Lisa went home after I got here. I told her I could watch Kade.”
Brianne blew out a breath as she gazed lovingly at her son.
“Thanks, Nate. It has been a long day. How was your day, sweetheart?”
She ruffled Kade’s hair and gave him a big smile. Kade shrugged.
“It was okay. Nate and I were playing video games, and I was kicking his butt. Where have you been?”
Brianne glanced at Nate. He had the same grim expression that her friends had worn.
“I had to go talk to someone. Are you hungry, baby?”
“Nope. Nate made peanut butter sandwiches, and we had chips, too. You never make me peanut butter sandwiches for dinner. How come?”
“Well, gosh, I don’t know, honey. I’ll have to think about that. Did anything catastrophic happen in the kitchen, Nate?”
Nate rolled his eyes at Brianne’s not-so-subtle dig.
“You can check for yourself, but nothing exploded or broke. I even cleaned up after myself.”
“I believe you. You are very good about cleaning up after me. Kade, let’s get your bath done, sweetie.”
“Awww! Now, Mom? I was winning!”
“Yes, now. Let’s get your bath over with.”
She looked into Nate’s sympathetic eyes.
“Go get ready and I will be there in a second, baby. Scoot.”
Brianne nudged Kade toward the stairs. He hated bath time until he was actually in the bathtub. Then she couldn’t get him out of it.
Nate pulled her into his arms as soon as Kade was out of sight. He rubbed his hands along her shoulders, kneading the tense muscles.
“Oh, man, that feels good. I have to tell him, Nate. I can’t keep this from him. I am so fucking tired of cleaning up after Rick. He makes a mess, and I clean it up.”
She felt his hands slide into her hair and knead her scalp. It felt so good her knees almost buckled. What did she do to deserve this man? Put up with her scumbag of an ex, that’s what!
“Well, sweetheart, if I ever see Dick again, I will be more than happy to kick his ass for you. And then I will kick it again for Kade.”
She groaned as his fingers dug into her scalp, and she felt a little of her tension start to recede.
“You’ll have to wait in line after me, Lisa, and probably Tami, too.”
“I’ll wait until after you, baby, but I want some of his scrawny ass left to kick. I won’t wait until after Lisa and Tami. Especially Lisa, she knows how to kick butt.”
She rested her head on Nate’s chest. She could feel his heart beating. Just the sound seemed to relax her a little.
“I better go give Kade his bath. Then I am going to have to tell him, Nate. Fuck, this sucks.”
“If you want me there, Bri, I will be. I don’t want to intrude, but I would like to be there for you.”
Brianne was acutely aware that she hadn’t called Nate when everyone had told her that he would want to know. She felt pretty shitty for leaving him out. He had heard about all this from Lisa. He should have heard it from her. Shit. Being in a relationship was hard.
“I’m so sorry, Nate. I should have called you. I meant to but things got away from me at the police station. I didn’t want to leave this kind of voice mail on your phone. Are you pissed at me?”
Brianne peeked up through her lashes to check out Nate’s expression. She was surprised to see it was one of sadness, not of anger.
“No, sweetheart, I’m not angry. Just disappointed that you didn’t feel strongly that you could share this with me. I can’t help but wonder if you feel that you couldn’t trust me to help you through this.”
Now she felt even worse. His disappointment was much harder to take than anger.
“No! I do trust you. I swear. I would trust you with my life. With Kade’s life, too. I guess—I guess I am just used to handling things on my own. Rick was never there to help me, so I just had to deal with things myself. It’s a hard habit to break.”
Nate traced her jaw with his fingertips.
“Do you think it is a habit worth breaking, Bri? I want to be there for you. I want you to be there for me, too. I want us to be a team.”
Brianne hugged Nate tightly.
“Yes, yes, yes! It is a habit I want to break. I want to be there for you, too.”
“Mom! Are you coming upstairs or not?”
Nate and Brianne both laughed at Kade’s phenomenal timing and extremely healthy lungs. Brianne decided to show Nate that Kade got those lungs from her.
“Yes! I’m on my way right now!”
Brianne could hear Nate laughing all the way up the stairs and into the bathroom.
* * * *
Brianne crawled between the covers after her terrible, crappy day and practically draped herself over Nate. She just wanted to sleep and wake up in a world where the last twelve hours hadn’t happened. She had just had the worst conversation of her life, and that included when Rick told her he was leaving her for a twentysomething blonde waitress. This had been much worse. She would rather cut off a limb than have her son hurt in any way, especially by a man that was supposed to love him.
With Nate by her side, she had broken the news to Kade as gently as she could. She left out the part about leaving his wife for his lover but left in that he had broken the law. Kade needed to understand that even if Rick came back he was in a great deal of trouble. She had tried to assure Kade that his father loved him and that this had nothing to do with him. But when Kade’s bottom lip trembled and his green eyes filled with tears, she knew that nothing she said was going to make this okay.
“Bri, we can talk to a friend of mine. She’s a child psychologist and may have some advice. You may also want Kade to talk to her.”
Brianne sighed as Nate’s warm hands stroked her hair.
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. One conversation couldn’t hurt, and I’ll do anything to help him through this.”
“You are a wonderful mother, Bri. Kade is so lucky to have you for his mom. Now what are we going to do about you?”
“Me? What about me? I got over Rick leaving a long time ago.”
“Not Rick leaving, Bri. The feeling that Rick has taken control of your life right now.”
“What, are you some kind of psychiatrist, Nate?”
Nate rolled Brianne onto her back, pinning her there with his big, strong body.
“No, slave. I am your Master. And as your Master, I am supposed to take care of your needs. Right now you need to be in control. So as your Master, that is what I am going to give you. Control.”
“Control? I admit I could use some. How do you propose giving me control?”
Nate’s eyes were that soft blue she loved so much. He was always thinking about what she needed. Yeah, she knew that this was part of the Dominant in him. He was protective and giving. A stunning combination in any man, but in this man, it was devastating.
Nate rolled over and placed his hands over his head and grabbed the headboard.
“You may do as you wish to me, Mistress.”
Holy shit! Had Nate just said that?
“Um, Nate. Are you sure about this? You said you were a Dom all the time. Doesn’t this go against the grain a little?”
“Part of training to be a Dom is learning to submit, Bri. When I was training in LA, I trained with a Mistress. It is truly the only way to know how it feels to be spanked, paddled, whipped, on your knees. I will be truthful. I hated every fucking minute of it. I am not submissive by nature, so it was a real struggle for me. But it gave me a real appreciation for what submission means. I told you that part of my job is to give you what you need, not just what you want. Tonight is one of those times. You need to be in control, and I can give you this. Why wouldn’t I?”
Could she do this? Take control from Nate? Even lying there he radiated command. But he was right. She did want to feel like she had control of things. What better way than to take control of him?
Brianne gave him a mock scowl.
“Well, I am going to be difficult to please tonight. You will need to obey me without question. Is that clear, slave?”
Nate’s mouth twitched. She could tell he was trying not to laugh.
“Yes, Mistress. The slave will obey.”
* * * *
Brianne was almost heady with power. Nate lay on her bed naked as the day he was born, with his arms above his head, gripping the headboard. He was laid out like the yummiest buffet she could ever imagine. It was such a luxury to be able to touch him however and wherever she wanted. Normally her hands were restrained and she longed to run her hands over his smooth biceps, his muscled back, his beautiful cock when they were making love.
She hardly knew where to begin. She swung her leg over and straddled his thighs. It was really the only hope she had of holding him down, other than restraining him outright. She could tie him hand and foot to the bed if she desired. She knew he would allow it, and he had installed discreet restraints on this bed that tucked under the mattress when not in use. But she wouldn’t do that. Ultimately, this was about him giving her just enough control to feel better. She didn’t need to tie him down and wouldn’t take any more of this gift than she absolutely needed.
Knowing this was probably a one-shot deal, she decided to drag out the pleasure as long as she possibly could. She started at the top of his head, running her fingers over his short hair, inhaling his shampoo. It was a clean, citrus scent. She massaged his scalp before sliding her fingers down to his face. She took her time exploring his handsome face, running her fingertips over his stubbly jaw. He hadn’t shaved since this morning. One glance at his white-knuckled hands told her that he was holding himself in check. His instincts were telling him to flip her off of him and take control. He didn’t do it. She was overwhelmed at his love and control. She would never forget this gift.
Her fingers trailed down the corded muscles of his neck to his broad shoulders. She massaged those muscles until he groaned in pleasure. His cock was hard against the warmth of her pussy, and her juices drenched her cotton panties as she ran her hands over his gorgeous male body. She used her fingernails and scraped his nipples lightly, causing his body to jerk underneath her. Her fingernails stilled at the flat, male nubs, holding them in a gentle pinch. She could feel his cock pulse against her in reaction.
“Stay still, slave. I don’t want to punish you.” She tried to sound commanding. Nate must have practiced for years to sound as lordly as he did. One command from him and she was on the verge of orgasm every time.
Nate quirked an eyebrow at her words. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I don’t want to be punished. If I misbehave again, what will you do?”
Well, shit. She didn’t really know what she would do. This dominating stuff was harder than it looked. She would have to make it up as she went along. She wondered if he did, too.
“There’s a drawer full of plugs right next to this bed, slave. You may find one inserted in you if you do not obey and submit.”
Holy hell! Did she really just threaten her Master with a butt plug? Nate just looked at her with a sardonic smile. He didn’t look very submissive, but then he really wasn’t.
“I will obey and submit, Mistress. I don’t want anything up my ass. I’m sorry.”
She could tell Nate was trying to hold in his laughter. Apparently, she wasn’t too damn intimidating. Time to shut him up.
“Silence, slave. You no longer have permission to speak. Now I am going to continue the inspection of my property, and you are going to lay here like a good slave. No coming without permission, either.”
She lowered her lips to his chest and began exploring him with her lips and tongue. Her tongue ran down to his navel and then up to his nipples. She licked and sucked them until he was groaning underneath her. She nibbled a path down his rib cage and then up the other side, letting her hand trail down to his straining cock. He couldn’t come without her permission. This would be fun.
* * * *
Nate gritted his teeth at Brianne’s sensual exploration of his body. He was ready to come, right now, and she had barely touched his cock. He started reciting baseball stats in his head, holding off. Her soft hands had run all over his body and then when her lips and teeth had followed—Christ Almighty. It had been all he could do not to roll her on her hands and knees and ram into her from behind, showing her without a doubt who was in charge in the bedroom.
Instead, he lay there trying to be still and quiet as her tongue found his already painfully hard cock. He couldn’t stop the moan that broke from his throat as she drew the mushroom head into the warm cavern of her mouth. He gripped the headboard harder in an effort to keep from tangling his hands in her auburn hair and holding her head there, fucking her mouth until he came. He wanted to shoot his load into her throat and watch her swallow his seed. Not tonight. She needed this.
He bit his lip until it bled and held himself still as her mouth and tongue started moving up and down, bringing him further into the maelstrom of pleasure. When she pulled off his cock with a pop, he groaned. He had never been close to begging before, but he was pretty damn close tonight. He opened his eyes to look into hers and saw them dark with passion. She was almost as gone as he was.
“My turn, slave. Keep your hands on the headboard.”
Brianne scooted up his body, and he licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come. His little Mistress was going to give him a taste. He was surprised. After all this time, she should know that the one servicing was actually the one in control. But he wouldn’t complain. Her pussy was a hairsbreadth from his mouth, and he could smell her arousal. The heady fragrance hardened his cock even more.
“Mistress, may I lick you?” Shit, even his voice sounded strained.
“Say please, slave.”
She’d pay for that later, he thought. Teasing the mean Dom wasn’t the best idea.
“Please, Mistress.”
“Yes, slave. Make me come.”
Yes, he would make her come, dammit. She would be begging before this was all over. He reminded himself that he had given control to Brianne. It was just one night.
Her fingers parted her folds, and he ran his tongue up and down her already-wet slit, learning every crease and crevice of her pretty pink pussy. He shoved his tongue as far into her entrance as he could, feeling her tight muscles hold him. He began to fuck her with his tongue and listen to her moans of pleasure. His hands unconsciously reached for her hips to hold her still on his face. She was too far gone to notice his breach of protocol. He shoved her pussy on his tongue in an effort to get it deeper inside her. He drew his right hand through her cream and trailed it back to her tight rosette. Using her own honey, he probed her tight little hole with his middle finger, fucking her ass with his finger and her pussy with his tongue.
“Oh God, Master, please! More, please! May I come?”
Ah, his sweet sub was ready to give up control. She was well trained and even on the top remembered to ask for her pleasure.
“Yes, slave, come for me now.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and lightly scraped his teeth over it. He could feel her freeze above him and then her scream as she came hard. Her cream rained down on his face, and he licked and sucked at her pussy until she was limp above him.
“Are you ready for a good hard fucking, Brianne?” He rolled her on her back and looked down into her sleepy green eyes. She smiled and fluttered her lashes.
“Yes, slave. Fuck me hard.”
Nate chuckled as Brianne switched to the top role. He snagged a condom from the bedside table before lining his cock up and slamming into her in one hard thrust. His eyes felt like they rolled back in his head as he felt her creamy, tight pussy hug his cock. It seemed to draw his cock in farther, and he pulled against the suction before allowing it to draw him back again. Over and over he fucked her hot, wet cunt. He rode her hard, thrusting to the hilt each time, bumping her cervix. She was keening under him, and th
rough the haze of pleasure he could hear her urging him on. He knew he was close and reached between them to stroke her already-hard, sensitive clit. Two strokes and she was flying again. Her cunt clamped down on his cock, and he couldn’t hold back the climax that seized him by the balls, turning him inside out. Sweat ran down his back as he plunged into her one last time before holding himself still as his cock jerked and throbbed his seed into the condom.
He held himself there as long as he dared before rolling over to dispose of the condom. He pulled Brianne’s damp body next to his own, pushing her long hair out of her eyes.
“I love you, Brianne. There’s isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
Brianne’s hand ran up his chest, and he felt his sensitive body quiver under her soft fingers.
“I love you, too, Nate. I can’t believe that you did that for me. No one has ever done anything like that for me.”
Nate tangled his hand in her long hair and tugged her face up to look into her green eyes.
“I would hope not. Do you have a stable of male submissives you haven’t told me about?”
She giggled, snuggling closer to him.
“Nope. I think I will just stay your submissive, Nate. Being the dominant is way too much work.”
Chapter 9
The lubricant tickled her ass crack. His fingers followed, caressing her back hole before pushing a finger in and electrifying nerves she never knew she had. His finger fucked her ass, and then he added another, fucking her harder, stretching the clamp-like muscles before adding a third. The pinch and burn made her catch her breath, and her juice gushed as her arousal was driven even higher. She had never wanted anything more than his cock in her ass right now. She wanted him to take her, fuck her, own her. She would have begged him to fuck her, but her voice wasn’t working along with her lungs. She struggled to draw in a breath as he removed his fingers. She whimpered at the loss of contact. His impressive cock replaced his fingers, pushing at her tight hole. More cold lube was added, and then the head of his cock breached the ring of muscles. She groaned as he pushed forward relentlessly. His cock ran over the sensitive nerves, bringing her closer to orgasm.
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