by J. M. Walker
I laughed, cupping his cheeks. “I…wow. That was amazing.”
A smug smile formed on his face. “You fucking the shit out of my cock and touching yourself,” his nose brushed along the side of my neck. “Was hot as hell,” he purred.
A shiver rippled down the length of my spine. “I couldn’t control myself.”
He grinned. “Oh, I noticed.”
The hairs on the back of my neck tingled. “My husband.” My heart jumped. “We did it.”
“We did.” He brushed his fingers down the side of my face in a tenderly loving touch. “We’ll need to have a celebration when we get home or else everyone will be pissed.”
Home. “Let’s just stay here, in Germany, and fly them out.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want to go home?”
I shrugged. “After everything that has happened and now that we need to move, we might as well move anywhere in the world. It doesn’t matter where. As long as you are with me, that’s home to me.”
He sat back and righted his pants. “Let me make some calls. Do you want Troy with us?”
My heart soared that he would include him in this move as well. “Well, if he’s with Colin and Jones, I won’t worry so much about him but I would like to make it so they can visit as much as possible.” I slid off the bed and smoothed down my dress.
“We can make that work.” Parker pulled me between his legs and wrapped his arms around my middle. “What else do you want? Anything. Tell me and it’s yours,” he asked, holding me tight.
“Hmm…” I tapped my chin when a thought came to me. “How about…a baby?”
“Did you want to adopt, angel?”
“Yes. Do you?” I brushed my hands over his buzzed head.
“Keely, I would be honored and the happiest man on this planet if I adopted a baby with you.”
Tears burned my eyes. “Really?”
He kissed my stomach, letting his lips linger. “When I decided that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I knew right then that I wanted children. When you told me that you couldn’t give me kids and that was my out, I think I fell in love with you at that point.”
“You did?” I asked, leaning back.
“I knew you felt something for me even before the first time that we had sex but for you to think of me and what I want first before yourself,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was taken by surprise. I thought, who was this woman that just gave me the best time of my life and hardly knows me but is telling me something personal anyway. You gave me a piece of yourself. You opened up to me and I should have done the same. I should have told you who I was right away.”
“You hardly knew me, Parker. I could never expect you to tell me all of your dark and dirty secrets right away.” I placed a soft peck on his head.
“I know,” he said, his voice muffled by the fabric of my dress. “I just want you to know that I am sorry. For everything. For what you’ve been through. For what has happened recently but I promise you, no more secrets.”
“Thank you. Now, will you tell me what a Courtesan is?”
He chuckled and lay back on the bed. “Did Honey tell you anything?”
“Well, she was a little vague,” I replied, undoing his belt and pulling it out of the loops with a snap.
“I know that there has been a long history of Courtesans that have been and out of this place. I’m not sure exactly what a Courtesan does. I can only assume it’s almost like a slave.”
“Well, whatever it is, what Vade and Honey have is pretty amazing.” I pulled off Parker’s pants and straddled his waist before unbuttoning his shirt. “I know we should go back out and thank our hosts for everything but right now, I want to lay with my husband.”
“Lay? Is that from one of your historical romance books?”
“No.” I giggled. “I don’t read historical romances. They’re not kinky enough for me.”
Suddenly, I was flipped onto my back with Parker snarling against my neck. “What book is kinky enough for you?”
I laughed, wrapping my arms around his thick neck and sighed. “Hers by Dawn Robertson. First sex scene in the book involves a Domme giving it to her submissive by a strap-on. It was one of the hottest things I have ever read.”
Parker raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
I nodded.
He kissed me fully on the mouth. “Don’t get any ideas.”
My jaw dropped at the mental image he put into my head. “Well, now that would be…um…interesting.”
“You are too much.” He chuckled. “I love you, Mrs. Reed.”
“Oh God. I’m Mrs. Reed now,” I exclaimed.
“Is that a problem?”
“No.” I smirked. “It’s hot as hell.”
“ARE YOU sure we’re allowed out here?” I asked, gripping Parker’s arm tight.
He chuckled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Of course.”
“Ah. There’s the happy couple.” Vade clapped his hands together and greeted us halfway before motioning to a table. “Sit. Eat. Be merry.” He laughed.
His cheeriness was contagious but I had a feeling that he wasn’t always that way. “Permission to speak, Sir?”
“Go ahead, tiny one.”
Parker gave me a questioning glance but I went on anyways. “I just…please forgive me if this sounds rude but were you always this happy?”
“Why do you ask?” He placed a pillow at the feet of the chair by the table.
“Well I just get this feeling that…well…your relationship with your wife reminds me of ours.” I shrugged, noticing that there was only one chair.
Parker sat and pointed to the floor. “Kneel.”
I did as I was told, not even hesitating.
“I appreciate your open and honest questions, Keely,” Vade said, snapping his fingers. “We have not had it easy as you can probably already tell. But here’s a piece of advice for you.” He waited for the maid to place two plates on the table before he continued. “Whatever happens, whatever you go through, as long as you have each other, you can get through anything. Know that and everything else will fall into place. Now, enjoy your supper. No one will disturb you. Parker?” He nodded towards me before walking away, disappearing a moment later through a door at the other side of the room.
“What was that about?” I asked, wrapping a hand around Parker’s ankle.
“Strip,” he demanded.
“What? Here?” My eyes widened.
“Yes. Right now. Strip,” he repeated, his voice more firm.
I slowly pulled off the dress that I was wearing and slid the panties down my legs. Folding them into a neat pile, I placed them on the ground beside me. Wrapping my arms around myself, I tried hiding. Being naked around Anna, Parker’s housekeeper was one thing but Vade and Honey and everyone else in this house was embarrassment on a whole other level.
“Keely. Look at me.”
I swallowed hard and met Parker’s gaze.
“Stop hiding yourself. Let me see my beautiful wife as I feed you.” His thumb brushed along my bottom lip.
I nodded and let my arms fall to my sides.
“Good girl.” He grinned.
I took bite after bite from his hand, allowing him to give me the sustenance my body craved. A sense of peace washed over me as I ate out from his fingertips. It was freeing. Relaxing and I found myself needing to give him the control. Although small, it gave me the opportunity to shut off my mind and just…be.
Parker
ADDY, TELL me a story.”
I smiled down at my daughter and sat in the rocking chair by her bed. “Alright, sweet pea. What kind of story do you want to hear?”
“Hmm…how you met mommy and how you and mommy got me?” Charlie pulled herself up onto my lap, holding her stuffed pig tight against her small body.
I kissed her blond head of curly hair and nodded. “Alright, Charlie Mae. But are you sure you want to hear those stories again?”
“Oh yes, daddy. It’s such a great story.” Her blue eyes were bright with excitement, her full rosy lips pouting.
I laughed. “Get comfy then and I’ll tell you our story.”
She snuggled against me, letting out a content sigh and waited patiently.
“A long long time ago, in a faraway land…”
Charlie giggled at that.
“Before I met your mommy, she was trapped in a big huge castle by a bad bad man.”
“Oh no.” Charlie gasped. Although she had heard the story over and over again, she still made the appropriate responses. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“This bad bad man was the most evil of them all. He had an army of giants and fire breathing dragons keeping guard over your mom.”
“Was she scared?” Charlie asked, sitting up.
“Yes, baby. She was.”
“Did a handsome prince save her, daddy?” Her eyes lit up, hopeful and filled with life.
“You already know the story. You tell me,” I said, rubbing my hand up and down her back.
She shook her head. “Nope. It’s your story. Did a prince save her?”
“Yes, daddy,” Keely said from the doorway. “Did a handsome prince save her?”
My body stirred. “Come sit and find out,” I said, nodding towards the bed.
She smiled and joined us. “Are you enjoying the story so far?” she asked Charlie and pulled her from my arms.
“Oh yes, mommy.” She wrapped her small body around Keely.
“Continue the story, my love,” Keely said, sitting them both on my lap.
I fingered the thin black collar that encircled her neck and kissed her shoulder. “Alright. Where was I?”
“The prince. The prince,” Charlie squealed, clapping her tiny hands together.
Keely giggled. “The prince is my favorite part too.”
“Finish the story, angel.” I caressed the back of her neck, watching her interact with our daughter.
She smiled and cupped Charlie’s cheeks, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Well, you see, baby girl. The prince slayed that dragon and powered through those giants. He saved mommy from the bad bad man. But that bad man had hurt mommy. So much so that she couldn’t carry any babies in her belly.”
Charlie’s eyes welled. “Jimmy said that I am an alien because I didn’t come from your belly.”
“No. But you are special because you have two mommies and two daddies,” Keely added gently.
“But you are my first mommy,” Charlie said, her small voice firm.
A lump formed in my throat. God, I loved this kid.
“Yes, baby,” Keely whispered. She cleared her throat several times before continuing. “Now, daddy, or the prince I mean—”
“Mommy, I know the prince is actually daddy.” Charlie rolled her eyes.
I laughed. “You are too smart for your own good.”
“I know.” She leaned against me and yawned. “Please continue, mommy.”
She was also way too polite for a six-year-old. I knew we had done something right when she started calling Vade and Colin Sir. They both sure as hell got enjoyment out of that.
“When your daddy saved me from the big bad man, he wanted to marry me. We went to this beautiful exotic place and got married under the moon and stars. That’s where I met your Uncle Vade.” Keely leaned her head against my chest and brushed the hair out of Charlie’s eyes. “A year later, he surprised me and told me that he wanted a baby but he knew that mommy’s belly was hurt. So they searched out together until we found you.”
“Was my other mommy sad?” she asked, her bottom lip trembling.
“Not at all.” Keely stared intently into her daughters eyes. “Your mommy was sick and needed to go to a special place to get help.”
Charlie nodded, tapping her chin. “Can I visit her one day?”
Keely passed a glance my way before looking back at Charlie. She slid from my lap, bringing Charlie with her and laid her gently on the bed. “Of course.”
“Thank you,” Charlie said, crawling under the covers.
“For what?” I went around the other side of her bed and kissed her forehead.
“For finding me and for saving mommy, daddy.”
“I SWEAR that little girl in there is going to turn me into a softy,” I said, clipping the end of the leash onto the collar around Keely’s neck.
The tiny sound made her eyes dilate and she swayed towards me, slowly nodding. “Just keep the soft side of you out of the bedroom.” She knelt at my feet, waiting.
She wouldn’t have to worry about that. We had been married for seven years, our lifestyle growing and molding as one as each day passed. Tugging on the leash, I walked down the long narrow hallway in our basement towards the play room.
Keely crawled behind me, following my every move. Before I met her, I was never a man that was into the whole Master/slave dynamic. Controlling someone’s mind and body was tiring all on its own let alone their actions and decisions as well. But with my wife, I found out rather quickly that she needed it. It helped free her mind. It gave her the opportunity to open herself to new possibilities.
Once we reached my office, I grazed a hand down the side of her face before capturing her mouth in a soft, demanding kiss.
She purred, clenching her fists at her sides.
I smiled and opened the door, motioning for her to enter first. As soon as she did, she pulled off the nightgown that she was wearing, it being one of the many rules we had agreed upon. Her pale skin contrasted nicely against the black collar and leash. My body heated. This was my second favorite time of the day, the first being story time.
“I still can’t believe after all of these years that Charlie is ours,” Keely said, placing her hands on her thighs.
“She is something else.” I sat in the large leather chair behind the desk, pointing to the floor in front of me.
Keely crawled towards me, kneeling at my feet and pulled her laptop in front of her.
“What are you doing, angel?” I asked, turning on my own computer.
“Just doing some shopping.”
“For what?” I tugged on the leash when she didn’t respond.
“It’s a surprise.” She yelped when I gave her a light swat on the ass.
“Tell me,” I demanded, tilting her head back.
“It won’t be a surprise then, Sir.” She licked her lips, her breath leaving her in short quick bursts of air.
“Is it something that I can rip off of your sweet, delicious, fuckable body?”
“Hmm…maybe.”
I sat back. “Well, by all means continue, then.”
She laughed and leaned against my leg. Wrapping her small hand around my ankle, she grazed her fingers up under the cuff of my pant leg. “Have you thought of adopting another baby?”
I scratched my chin and petted her head. “Every day.”
“Really?” She clicked a couple more keys on the keyboard and turned back to me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Of course.” I frowned. “Why?”
She turned the laptop towards me and pointed a finger at a picture of a small, frail-looking boy on the screen. “Because I want him.” The name Patrick flashed under the small boy’s picture.
I cupped her cheeks. “Then you will have him. We will fill this house with babies and children. If we have to move, then so be it. As long as you and Charlie are happy with more kids, than I am happy.”
Keely threw her arms around me, snuggling her face into the crook of my neck.
“If it makes you happy, I will do everything you ask of me. I would give you the sun, moon, and stars. I would give up my last breath if it meant keeping this smile on your face.”
She sniffed and crawled onto my lap. Her naked body pressed against my completely clothed one, her pale skin, smooth and free of ink.
My tattooed arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. “I meant every word I said when I married you and when I put this collar around your neck.�
�� I kissed her softly on the lips. “My heart. My soul. My everything belongs to you.”
Dear Keely,
If you’re reading this, then I am dead. How, you ask? It could be many reasons. By a fucking thug in jail. Maybe I got out and someone assassinated me as soon as I stepped foot into freedom. Who the hell knows? I know you don’t care.
I decided to write this letter to you as a way to make amends. I know you hate me. I know you loathe me and wish me as much pain and torture as possible.
You see, when we were alone at my hotel, I would have given anything to have you back on my side. To do those runs for me and have you hack into whatever I saw fit. But as shit went down, I knew that it wasn’t possible. And I knew that I would never have you back. Did it upset me? No. Do I hate you? As much as I try to hate you, I can’t. From the first moment that I met you, I knew that there was something dark, something that you couldn’t control, just waiting to come out and play. As much as you fought me in the beginning, you eventually gave in. I know you liked what I did to you. Did you ever tell Parker about our times together? Did you tell him about the things that I would do to you?
Just in case you haven’t, I’ve enclosed a special DVD. Check it out. It might bring back memories or give you new ideas. Either way, it might spark that endearing flame inside of you that I know only breathes for me.
I heard you married Parker. Yes, I still have eyes and ears on you. I also heard that you moved. How did I know? If you’re reading this letter, then someone that you know is a mole. I hope that sits well with the two of you at night. When you’re alone. When you’re in your scene room, screaming for Parker to fuck you harder. Does he hit you like I did when you become demanding? Does he rip into your body, shutting you up? Your screams were loud. I seem to recall a time when you would only scream for me.
God, I miss your tight, hot body. The way your skin smelled with sweat and my come. I bet Parker fucked you hard until you no longer thought of me, didn’t he? That bastard husband of yours can never give you what I can. He doesn’t love you like I did. But I know that you know all of this. Just think…while you are reading this letter, am I really dead? How can you be so sure?