“Good! I think we’re coming out sometime next month, aren’t we, babe?”
I can hear Blake shuffling around and then he appears on the screen with Misti. “Yeah. That’s the plan. Boone, did you get my email about the Rogers Reels account?”
“Yeah. We need to work with them on that. They can’t help that their plant burned. Wonder if we could help them with an emergency loan until their insurance comes through?”
“You know,” Blake says, a smile in his voice as it softens, “that’s an excellent idea. They’re not the only ones this has hurt. It’s hurting our sales in that department too. I’ll approach Tim Rogers, see if he’s game. Or maybe Brock should do it. I think they play golf about every other week.”
Boone nods. “Good idea. I’ll ask Brock. I was going to message him anyway. Hang on.” I see him poking around on that console again, then half of the TV screen goes black. And when it comes up, I almost fall out of my chair. Boone yells, “Hey, ugly!”
“Hey, back atcha, uglier! What’s up?” And here’s the part that makes me feel faint. The guy Boone’s saying this to, the one who’s firing back?
Holy fuck, he looks exactly like Boone. I mean, exactly. Spitting image. “Got Blake here. Can you see him?”
“Yeah. Hey, nasty! What’s going on?”
“Trying to get your golf-playin’ ass busy, that’s what. You and Tim Rogers still playing a round pretty often?”
“Actually,” the guy says, “we were playing when the fire department called him. That’s a fucking tragedy, man. Wait a minute. Boone? Who’s that with you? Is she who I think she is?”
Boone starts to belly laugh. “Ain’t nothin’ slow about you, dumbass! Yeah, this is Melina. Melina, this is my brother, Brock.” I guess he can see the shock on my face. “Oh, shit. Guess I forgot to tell you―we’re twins.”
“Uh, yeah. I think you forgot to tell me,” I whisper, mainly because it’s all the air I can squeeze out of my lungs. Two Boones. Can life get any better? I don’t think that’s possible.
The face on the screen laughs loudly. “Identicals! Which really screwed up my life, lemme tell ya, because here I was born the pretty one of the bunch and a mother-fucking ugly version of me had to show up! I think you’ve been forgetting a lot of things in your old age, brother,” Brock says to Boone and Blake’s laughter.
“Is that Boone you’re talking to? Hey, good-lookin’!” a woman says from the background behind Brock and into the screen comes the face of an angel. I mean, this girl looks like somebody just opened up heaven and tossed her down. “Is that Melina? Hey, Melina! It’s Kara!”
“Hi, Kara.” Now I’m so flustered that I can barely speak.
“Hey, baby! You doin’ okay?” Boone asks.
“Yeah, good. Trying to keep your ugly brother in line,” she says and yanks Brock’s ponytail.
“Stop that, woman! I swear, she’s full of piss ‘n vinegar. I’ll give her to you if you can make her behave!” he says to Boone, who laughs loudly.
“I’ll never behave,” she says and pouts. “Behaving equals no spankings, and I do love my spankings,” she singsongs.
“You do love your spankings, I’ll give ya that,” Brock says with a grin.
“Y’all are scarin’ Melina,” Boone says, still laughing.
“They are not!” I almost yell.
“Well, looky there! She’s a spicy one, little brother,” Blake crows, and Brock’s still laughing. “Can’t wait to meet ya, darlin’.”
“That goes for me too,” Brock says.
“And me!” Misti calls out from behind Blake.
“And me too!” Kara adds.
“Don’t overwhelm my woman. I don’t want y’all scaring her off before she gets her Lawson legs under her, you hear me?” Boone says, smiling so widely that his eyes are squinted.
“Yeah, yeah. If she’s with you she’s got to have a cast-iron constitution. Otherwise, she would’ve already run for the hills,” Brock says with a snort. “Our dinner’s getting’ cold. Gotta go. Why were you asking me about Tim?”
“Because I’d like us to offer him a temporary loan until his insurance pays off, if he needs it,” Boone says, his serious side roaring back to life.
“Good idea. I’ll call him tomorrow. We need to take him and Alicia to dinner anyway. This has really thrown them for a loop, and they could definitely use some morale-boosting,” Brock says.
“Tell them I’m so, so sorry and I’m thinking about them. But this is just a good business move for us. Without them, our stock starts to dwindle and all we’ve got are the mass-produced reels and equipment. And we need their exclusivity to maintain our private lines.” Now I’m hearing Boone the businessman speaking, and it’s impressive. “That’s what I built this company on, and we need to maintain our momentum. Get on that, wouldja, ugly ass?”
“Will do, butt-ugly bro. Catch up to you later. Love y’all. Bye,” Brock says. There’s a chorus of voices saying goodbye but just before the screen winks off, he looks directly at me. “Good to meet you, Melina. We should be out next month with Blake and Misti. Can’t wait to see you in person and give you a Lawson bear hug.” That half of the screen goes dark.
“We’ve gotta get goin’ too. Supposed to be going to the movies. Melina, great to see you, sweetie. Talk to you both soon. Love ya. Bye.”
“Bye, Blake,” Boone says and elbows me.
“Bye, Blake.” The screen goes dark and we sit there for a few seconds before I finally say, “That twin information would’ve been nice for me to have, don’t you think?”
He chuckles. “Sorry. I forgot. I don’t usually forget, but for some reason I did. Well, now you know, although I’m sure that was kind of a shock, huh?”
“Two of you. How does the world stand it?” I ask sourly. Then I shriek when he grabs me and kisses me just under my ear. “Nooo! That tickles!”
“You’re gonna fit into this madness just fine. Just wait ‘til you meet my folks. They’re crazy!” I’m giggling and he’s laughing at me the whole time he’s talking.
“If they’re anything like you, I’ll need reinforcements!” I say between giggles.
He stops and gets very quiet before he speaks again. “Melina, you haven’t told me anything about your family. Where are they?”
“Weeellllll, um, some of them are in jail. The others, I don’t know where they are. They quit coming around because I wouldn’t hand them money for their drug habits after I started in the film industry. My parents? My dad is an alcoholic and my mom is about as co-dependent as anybody you’ll ever meet. He drinks like a fish and she makes excuses for him. It’s pathetic. So I stay away from them.”
“I see. In other words, you have no family.” His face is sad, and I know he feels bad for me, but he shouldn’t.
“Yes, I do. I have Dave and Olivia, Brian and Cirilla, Trish and Clint, and Steffen and Sheila. They’re my family.”
“But you’ve scened in the past with Dave and Brian.”
“I told you, after all those years in the industry, that means nothing to me. Scening with them is, was, completely separate from our friendships. And family is what we make it. Dave was Trish’s trainer when she came into the lifestyle, which means at some point I’m sure he fucked her. He didn’t know she’d be such a good match for his son, and that’s been okay with the whole family. They don’t think about it. When I’m with Dave and Brian, I’m not thinking about fucking them. I’m thinking about how good I feel when they’re around because they treat me like family and tell me they love me. And they show me they love me. It’s very, very nice to have family after having none.”
“I can’t imagine. I’ve always had this crazy bunch, them and my uncles, aunts, and cousins. Too much family sometimes. When Marie and I were divorcing, I thought I was going to have to tell them to fuck off, except I knew they were taking up for me because they love me and care. But sometimes it was almost too much.” He takes my hand as if to reset that part of the conversation. “So,
what did you think of Blake and Brock? And the girls?”
“They all seem very nice. I hope I get to meet them.” I’m a little intimidated, but I mean what I’m saying. I want to meet them, to see if I fit in.
“You will. They’ll all be here next month. I hope by the time they get here we’ve gotten our relationship stabilized and can have fun with them without being strange and strained.” His free hand comes up and he pushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. “I meant what I said, babe. I love you. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I was just praying you’d feel the same way about me someday.”
“You’re an amazing man, Boone Lawson. I think I fell in love with you the very first time you touched me. I could feel it. You make my life better just by smiling at me.” With that, he takes my hand and kisses the back of it again. “I mean it. Brian said he was pretty sure you’re my Prince Charming, and I think he’s right. And about last night―”
“No. I understand. And it’s okay. And I think you understand now where I’m coming from. So no more misunderstandings and no more hurting each other that way, right?” he says, gripping my chin with his thumb and forefinger.
“No more. Done with that.” And I mean it. I’d rather die than hurt him. “Boone?” One eyebrow shoots up. “I know why I did that, and I’m sorry. If you say you care about me, that should be good enough. I shouldn’t be testing you.”
His expression softens and he gives me a smile that I know he only shares with me. “No. You shouldn’t. That would be like me giving you all the pain I could dish out just to see if you’ll safeword or run. I wouldn’t do that to you. I don’t need you to prove to me how you feel about me. If you say you love me, then you love me. The only way I’ll question that is if you say you do and act like you don’t. Have I done anything to make you question me?”
“No. But I think part of it was because you weren’t around. I guess …” I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “I guess I was a little jealous of Baker. I know he comes first, and I’m sorry, and I know that’s childish, and I promise I won’t ever―”
“Melina, I’m so sorry. Listen to me.” My whole being is shaking in humiliation. I was jealous of a man’s child. What the hell is wrong with me? Thoughts are whirring through my mind when he calls my name again. “Melina.” Everything quiets and I look up to see him gazing back at me, his eyes soft and warm. “Honey, I mean it. I’m sorry. I’ll be talking to Marie soon. I don’t want to have to choose between you and Baker. It’s not right. But right now, I feel like I have to until I have a talk with Marie. I’m trying so hard to figure out what to say to her and how to say it. No matter what I come up with, no matter how careful I am, it’s going to be wasted because she’s going to give me a hard time. Doesn’t matter. One way or another, I’ll do it. I don’t want to have to shove you to the side just to spend time with him. It shouldn’t be like that. Can you just be patient with me?”
“Of course!” My bottom lip has started to tremble and I can feel tears welling in my eyes. “I understand, really, I do. It’s just that I missed you, and you were right here in town but I couldn’t see you because … I’m sorry. I’m an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot. You want to be with me, just like I want to be with you. I get it. And it’ll happen. I promise. Patience? Please?” His palm is warm and soft against my cheek as he leans in and kisses me, and every nasty thing inside me, every bit of fear and insecurity, evaporates when I kiss him back. Moments later, he pulls back and smiles at me. “I’ve got something for you. Come with me.” As he rises so do I, and he takes my hand and leads me back upstairs. Opening the door to the room of dungeon equipment, he leads me in and turns me to face him. “I don’t want to go to the club tonight. I want to stay here and work with you, in privacy, in a place where we both feel safe and we don’t have to worry about anybody or anything else. Is that okay?”
“Very,” I whisper to him.
“Good. Undress, assume your presentation pose, and wait for me. I’ll be right back.” The door closes behind him and I hear his footsteps on the stairs, so I undress and kneel, wondering what he’s doing and what the something is that he’s got for me. If it’s a big old hard dick, I’ll be happy with that, and I chuckle at the thought.
The door opens and he steps in, then closes it behind him. He’s smiling as he turns to me and steps up in front of me. I’m not sure what’s going on, but when his hand rests on the top of my head, I remember what Brian said, what he told me Boone said to him about me, and everything inside me warms. I’ve never played in this dungeon before tonight, and yet I feel like I belong here, like this is where I was supposed to be all my life, here with this man who makes me so comfortable just being myself. His voice is low and quiet. “Submissive, I come to you tonight with a gift. Lift your eyes and look into your master’s face.” A thrill runs through me as I lift my head and my eyes swivel upward to look into his. “This is not a collar. Instead, consider it a promise, a promise that we will work toward a contract and a life together, a promise that I’ll do everything in my power to keep my promises to you, and a reminder of the love we share.” He flattens one palm and with the fingers of the other hand, he takes something from that palm and holds it up.
It’s a necklace, and it’s beautiful. In the very center is an amazingly large, princess-cut sapphire set in silver with diamonds around it. On either side are six large diamonds, all set in silver, and from there, a wide, flat chain that renders the whole thing more or less a choker, but it’s designed to lie flat on my collarbone. The longer I look at it, the surer I am that it’s not silver. I’m pretty sure it’s platinum. Dear god, the thing had to cost a fortune. As I wait, he clasps it around my neck, then steps back and smiles at his handiwork. “I didn’t know what I was going to buy until I found this. It reminded me so much of my angel’s big blue eyes that I couldn’t imagine giving you anything else. You’re mine, Melina. I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”
I know the tears on my face are coming from my heart, so full that it’s running over and spilling out. There’s only one thing for me to do, the one thing I’ve never been able to do for another man. Leaning forward, I bow and kiss first his left boot and then his right. When I sit up, I look straight into his face and whisper, “I’m yours, Master.”
“Then rise and come with me.” Once I’m on my feet, he leads me out of the room and into his bedroom. “On the bed, face up. Spread eagle.” One by one, he buckles cuffs onto my wrists and ankles, then attaches them to tethers on the bed. When they’re tight enough that there’s not enough play in them to allow me to move, he holds up a blindfold. “You will trust me. This will be agony for you and then ecstasy.” In seconds, I can see nothing. “Open your mouth.” A ball gag goes into it before he wraps something around the back of my neck and over my mouth, wrapping it over and over until my whole mouth is covered, the gag still in it. Any sound I make will be muffled so much that no one could hear me. When he’s finished, I feel him shift on the bed. “Submissive, I will drive you to the point of insanity. If you want to bail, this is the time. Will you submit?” I nod. “You’re certain about this?” I nod again. “Very well. Let’s get started.”
I have no idea what kind they are, but he tightens clamps of some kind on my nipples and I shriek behind the gag. They’re blindingly painful. In no time at all, I almost forget about the pain when I feel his hot breath against my slit, and I understand what’s about to happen. He’s planning to torture me, and he wants to see if I’ll crack. And I won’t―I already know that about myself.
His tongue is like sandpaper as he drags it back and forth across my clit, then up and down the insides of my thighs. I try to squirm, but the bindings hold me tight. There’s no moving away, no avoiding, just my naked body and whatever he wants to do to it. Over and over he does the same thing, driving me closer to climax only to let me fall away again, and it’s exhausting. I get close, so, so close, and then he backs away again. My body wants it, ne
eds it, and I can’t find a way to tell him that without words, so I just let it happen. Rising, falling, rising, falling, over and over, and I wait and pray that this time, this one, is when he’ll let me slip over the edge, but it isn’t. My nipples are aching so fiercely that I can barely breathe, and I’m bombarded by so many sensations that I’m not sure what I should pay attention to and what I should ignore. He stops occasionally to speak to me, and it’s always something that makes me even more desperate. “God, babe, you’ve got the prettiest clit I’ve ever seen.” “Melina, I’ve never met a woman who tasted as good as you, babe.” “Angel, I can’t wait to see your tits bounce as you come.” “My cock is so hard for you, beautiful. I just want to fuck you until neither of us can walk.” There’s more, so much more, and if this gag wasn’t in my mouth, I’d be panting. I’m soaked with sweat, arms and legs trembling from the tension in my body, and I wonder if I can handle his brand of torture. A lot of Dominants have worked with me over the years, but this is different, and it occurs to me that the biggest difference is the emotional component. I’ve never done this with anyone I felt this way about, and I want to trust him. I do trust him. I want him to know that and the only way I have to show him that is by submitting and accepting this gift of his, the kind of gift a Dominant gives to his submissive, one that no one else can give in the same way with the same love and respect. And I want that―I truly crave it.
I’m frantic when I feel him snake two fingers into my depths. “Oh, yeah. You’re ready, angel. Let’s do this thing, shall we? Come for me, babe.” That skilled, dedicated tongue goes back to work and I know what’s coming.
And it does. It takes me in a way I’ve never been taken, completely and totally, swallowing me down and down and engulfing me. Lost in its power, my body takes over and I’m given no say in how it responds, just left there to hang on as best I can. There’s a point at which I’m certain my soul leaves my flesh and hovers above, looking down at my bound, helpless form being ministered to by a man so divine and holy that I can hear angels sing. He doesn’t even slow, just continues to drive me upward, and my world explodes in white light. I’m a bird, lighter than air, softer than snow, washed white and pure, in a place where there’s no sound, no darkness, no time. There’s nothing except the soft touch of his tongue on my most sensitive flesh and a silence that goes beyond anything I’ve ever known.
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