She was still guarding herself from him even after their scene at the club the other night. He understood why she shut people out. To protect herself. That wasn’t acceptable anymore. And she didn’t have to protect herself.
That was what he was for.
He moved over to her, and reaching out with his free hand grasped the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. “You know I care about you, right? There’s nothing I love more than spending time with the three of you.”
Her eyes widened, then happiness filled her face. “We love spending time with you as well.”
“The three of you are very important to me. Don’t forget it. And don’t ever think that I don’t want you with me.”
She looked confused, but this didn’t feel like the time for a declaration. She still didn’t fully trust him. He wanted it all.
And he was going to have it.
“Aspen, that was amazing.” Molly rubbed her belly and smiled at her warmly.
Happiness filled her at the words of praise. She really did love cooking for people and when they enjoyed it she felt about ten-feet tall.
“I told you she was an amazing cook, didn’t I?” Saxon said proudly.
She could feel herself blushing at his words. Her insides danced.
Jake patted his flat tummy. “I’m too scared to stand up. I think the button on my jeans might pop off.”
Molly grinned at him. “Suits me just fine.”
He narrowed his gaze, his face set in strict lines, but she thought she saw his lips twitch. So the sheriff did have a sense of humor. He still made her nervous. Too many years of being told by her mother the cops were the enemy, she guessed.
“The honeymoon period isn’t over then?” Saxon asked.
“If you mean do I still want to jump his bones? Why, yes, I do. More each day.” Molly gave her scary husband a look filled with such love it made Aspen’s heart ache.
“Let me just clear these plates. Can I get anyone coffee? Another drink?”
“Oh, let me help,” Molly said, standing.
“You don’t have to,” Aspen replied.
“I want to. You cooked us an amazing meal, let me help clean up. I wish I could fit some more in but I’m stuffed. That crème brûlée . . . oh my God. I could eat that every night, but my butt wouldn’t thank me.”
Jake gave her ass a slap as she reached over to grab some plates. “I like that ass no matter what size it is.”
She turned to him and reached down to kiss him. “I love you.” She turned and followed Aspen into the kitchen, helping her load the dishwasher.
“It sounds like you had a great honeymoon.”
“We did. You know, I came to this town to live out a few fantasies, to tick some things off my bucket list. Instead I found a man I could admire, love and desire more than I can put into words. But I also found a home.”
“I know what you mean,” Aspen said quietly. “This place has a way of sucking you in.”
“It certainly does. I hope that means you’re staying. I’ve never seen Joel look so relaxed and happy. And that’s due to you. And those two adorable boys of yours. Goodness, if you ever need a babysitter please let me know. I’d love it.”
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you. You make him happy. And any fool can see from the way he watches you that he adores you. I didn’t think I’d ever see him fall for someone like he has for you.”
She should protest, tell Molly that what they had wasn’t like that. But the declaration died on her tongue. She wished it were the case, with all her heart. To have Joel fall in love with her would be her dream come true.
“Joel? Where are you?”
“In here.”
She moved into the large walk-in closet attached to his bedroom. This house was the height of luxury and the wardrobe was no exception. It was bigger than most people’s bedrooms.
She saw him place some clothes into a suitcase and frowned. “Gwen said you wanted to see me? Are you going away?”
“Actually, we are.”
She frowned. “We are? With the boys? Why didn’t you tell me?” Travelling with two small boys wasn’t that easy.
He stepped forward, took hold of her shoulders. “I love those two boys, but I want to have you all to myself for a night. I’ve spoken to Gwen, and she and Thomas are more than happy to stay over.”
He loved them? She shook off that thought as the rest of his words penetrated.
“Away for the night? Would we be far?”
“About an hour away. A cabin in the woods that I own.” He tilted her chin up. “Before you decide, you should know that I’m going to push you. I will be fully in charge from the time we leave here.”
She sucked in a breath.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure. You trust me with your safety. With your body. But you still guard yourself the rest of the time. You’re scared I’ll leave you.”
But wouldn’t he eventually? This was temporary, right? Except the other day in the pool, he’d told her how important she and the boys were to him.
“I know we haven’t talked of a future. I never wanted a family. But I care for you and those boys more than I do anyone else in my life. I want it all, Aspen. Will you trust me enough to do this?”
What was he saying? That he wanted more? Her breath caught in her throat, she felt dizzy but she managed to nod.
“Yes. I can.”
He smiled. “Good girl.”
She waited until he came around and opened her door, knowing better than to try and climb out of the vehicle on her own. She’d just find herself thrown over the hood, skirt above her ass, getting spanked. And, yes, she knew that from experience.
He held a hand out to help her down. The hour-long trip had been an exercise in control. He hadn’t allowed her to wear underwear and, as soon as they had reached the outskirts of Haven, he’d made her spread her legs, which had pushed her short skirt up over her thighs. He’d ordered her to place her hands under her ass and not move them. Then he’d proceeded to tease her for the entire trip. It had been absolute torture. Especially since he’d kept pulling back every time she’d gotten close to the edge.
So now the folds of her pussy were coated with her juices, her clit was full and throbbing, and her nipples had peaked against her tank top.
Needless to say, he’d picked out her clothes. He’d also packed her suitcase. It hadn’t been easy to hold back her protest or try to take over. But he’d made it very clear that he was in charge this weekend.
Totally.
She shivered at the thought. The boys were in safe hands. Gwen had promised to call if there were any problems. She had no other responsibilities or cares.
It was freeing.
“This is so beautiful,” she said as she followed him up the path towards the little wooden cabin. The trees around them were so tall and majestic. They were bathed in glowing sunlight, it felt ethereal.
“It is. I bought this place as a bit of a getaway, but I haven’t really used it much.” He unlocked the door and she stepped inside, surprised by how comfortable it all looked. They walked right into the living area. The first thing she noticed were the high ceilings. To her right, a big comfortable corner sofa sat in front of a huge fireplace. There was a small dining area to her left with a kitchen behind it.
“There’s just one bedroom beyond with an attached bathroom. I’m going to run you a bath. Strip and place your clothes on top of the dining table,” he told her.
Okay, so it seemed they were jumping into things right away.
He turned and cupped her chin, lifting her face up. “Until we return to Haven, do you agree to let me take complete control?”
Her breath caught. “We already discussed this.”
“Yes, but before we start I want to hear it again.”
“You’re completely in charge, Sir.”
“Good. You know that means that you wear what I wa
nt, eat what I give you, go to bed when I order you to, and come when I give you permission.”
“Yes, Sir.” She didn’t know why she was so aroused at the idea of giving herself to him completely and she knew she wouldn’t want it all the time. But for one night it was something she could give him. And she thought she might get as much, if not more, in return.
“Just until we return to Haven.”
He smiled. “Yes. While I can’t turn off who I am at the bedroom door, I don’t want a slave either. Tonight is about breaking through some barriers and bringing us closer together. But it can’t work if you’re not willingly giving me the power to take complete control.”
“You have that power, Sir.”
He kissed her lightly. “After you strip, you will kneel right here and wait for me, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
God, she loved when he said those two words to her. She quickly stripped when he turned away. She knelt and widened her legs, placing her hands palm up on her thighs and lowering her gaze. She kept her back straight, breathing slowly to center herself. She hadn’t really understood why a submissive would want to kneel for their Dominant but now she got it. It wasn’t that they weren’t equal. They were. In fact, she knew that, if anything, he saw her as more important than he was. But it was a way for her to show her submission, her desire to please. But it also helped her focus, find that submissive core. It settled her.
“Very nice, pet. You may stand. I have a desire to inspect my property.”
She glanced up in shock at those words. His property? What the hell?
His face grew cold. “Are you defying me already? When you promised to give me complete control?”
Oh, fuck. She was messing up. Her stomach tightened into knots.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I-I didn’t mean to.”
He was silent. Still. Move, dumbass. Do what he told you.
She quickly stood but kept her gaze lowered.
“Turn around and bend over.”
She turned to face the door then bent over from the waist. She expected to feel a heavy spank to her ass so she was surprised when he merely ran his hand over her bottom.
“I know this won’t be easy for you, pet. But you are going to have to trust that I have your best interest at heart.”
She took a deep breath in then let it out slowly. She did trust him. He was right. She’d stumbled at the first hurdle. Just because he called her property didn’t mean he thought less of her. Not at all.
“Yes, Sir. I really am sorry.”
“Spread your legs, I want to see those plump lips.”
She widened her stance, and he cupped her mound. She moaned as he ran a finger through her juices. “So wet. Did you get all hot and bothered on the drive up here?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I bet you would like to come, wouldn’t you?”
“So much, Sir.”
He rubbed his finger around her clit. “Remember, you’re not to come without permission this weekend. Now, stay still.”
“Yes, Sir.” That might just fucking kill her.
He pulled his finger back and pushed it slowly into her pussy. He just held it there, not moving. She wiggled, trying to get him to move it.
Smack! His hand landed sharply on her ass. “Did I tell you to move?”
“No, Sir.”
Smack! Smack!
Shit. Her ass started to sting as he spanked her with his free hand, his finger still buried deep. Who knew it would be so hard not to move? He stopped and withdrew his finger running it up the slit of her ass. He started to press it into her bottom.
“I’m going to take you here this weekend, pet.”
Oh, fuck.
“Nervous?”
“A bit, Sir.”
“A little bit of nerves is good. I intend to keep you off-center.” He removed his fingers and she felt him step away.
“Straighten up slowly, pet. Tell me if you feel dizzy.”
She stood straight, the room rocked slightly. “A little bit, Sir.”
“You probably need rehydrating. Come, sit in the dining room chair.” He cupped her elbow and solicitously helped her over to sit, acting like he hadn’t just had his finger in her pussy and ass.
Yeah, she could see he was going to keep her guessing. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She reached for it, but he shook his head, holding it up to her lips. She blushed as she drank, feeling a little off balance. He placed the bottle down on the table then held out his hand to her silently.
She slipped her hand into his and let him lead her out of the room and through a large bedroom. She only got to have a brief look around, taking in the large, comfortable-looking bed and the big windows that framed the view beyond. He’d set their suitcases down on the bed.
He walked her into the bathroom and she gasped.
“Like it, pet?”
“Oh, yes, how could I not?”
The claw-foot bath was set in front of a wide window so that when you lay in the water you could look out at the woods beyond. The shower was huge with two showerheads. The vanity was wooden with a raised sink.
He led her over to the bath, which smelled like strawberries. “I put some bath salts in for you. I want you to have a good long soak. It will relax you. Don’t get out without my permission.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before leaving the room.
She frowned slightly. This wasn’t exactly what she’d expected. Other than the fact that she couldn’t really do anything without permission, she was feeling surprisingly looked after and cherished. What had she thought was going to happen? That he’d immediately order her to her knees to suck him off? Tie her to the bed and fuck her for hours on end?
Yeah. Kind of.
He walked back into the bathroom, carrying a glass of wine and a bowl of strawberries and grapes. They must have been in the cooler he’d brought with them.
He grabbed a wooden stool, set it beside the tub, and placed the wine and fruit on it.
“I want you to eat and drink all of that, understand?”
“Um, Sir? I’m kind of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.” She didn’t really drink at all.
“Am I in charge?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then drink. Eat. I’m going to take care of you. I don’t think you’ve had enough of that in your life.” He brushed her hair off her forehead then leaned down and kissed her chastely. “Now I have to get some things ready. Remember to stay there.”
She watched him walk out of the room. She was so confused. What exactly did he have planned? She shrugged and reached for the glass of wine. As hard as it was to wait she supposed that was just what she would have to do.
Saxon prepared the bedroom, laying out the vibrator, anal plug, clit tickler, blindfold, gag and chastity belt. Aspen was being surprisingly calm and compliant. She’d given control over to him with surprising ease.
He moved to the wall and used the control panel to lower the chain that was attached to a winch on the ceiling. When he’d bought this cabin, he’d brought in a designer who had some unique qualifications. She was one of the best Dommes in the state and she also designed play rooms. This whole cabin was a play room of sorts. There were restraints hidden everywhere. From the toilet to the kitchen to the ceiling. Once the chain was low enough, he stopped the winch then picked up the handcuffs and attached them to the chain.
He’d already attached cuffs to the bolts on the floor. They recessed into the floor when not in use so no one stood on them and injured their feet.
Okay, is everything ready? He thought so. Time to rattle his pet.
She’d grown nervous by the time he returned. The water had started to chill, but she’d stayed where she was. And was grateful she had when he gave her a warm look. “You look gorgeous, all flushed and wet.”
She blushed, knowing he wasn’t just talking about the way she was wet from being in the bath.
“Let me
help you up.” He grabbed a thick towel then helped her stand before wrapping the towel around her and lifting her from the bath. He lifted her so easily, as though she weighed nothing.
He wouldn’t let her take the towel from him, though, giving her a sharp smack when she tried to grab hold.
“Stand with your legs spread, hands on your head since you can’t keep them to yourself.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
He dried her thoroughly. Very thoroughly. Did he seriously have to part her ass cheeks and wipe there? Yikes.
Then he placed the towel back on the bar and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a blindfold.
“Put your arms down, pet. You’re going to find this next part a challenge, but if you see it through, I know you’ll feel better for it.”
All right. That wasn’t cryptic or worrying at all.
He placed the blindfold over her eyes then took hold of her hand. “You’re going to have to trust me to guide you. From now until I tell you otherwise you are only to speak when I ask you a question or if you need to use your safe word.”
She could do that. She could.
Her stomach bubbled with trepidation as she let him lead her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. At least this place wasn’t so big she would get disorientated. He came to a stop.
“Good girl. Place your hands in front of you, please.”
She pushed her arms out and he slid them into cuffs, tightening them before running his finger between the leather of the restraints and her wrists, testing them.
“Spread your legs apart.”
She widened her stance. Her mouth had gone dry, wondering what he was going to do.
“Wider.” He smacked the inside of her thigh and she jumped, but moved her legs out wider. A cuff went around her right ankle then her left. She attempted to move her feet but found herself attached to the floor.
Okay, then.
She swallowed heavily then heard something. What was that? It was a whirring noise and then suddenly her hands started to rise in the air.
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