by Laney Rogers
“That sounds great,” she answered, but he frowned, when she looked down at the table, apparently lost in thought.
“Share those thoughts with me, sub,” he said.
She glanced up quickly at the firm tone he’d used. “Oh, it’s nothing bad, Sir,” she said, with a grin. “I was just thinking that this is what it must be like to be in a normal relationship with someone. You know, sorting out the day ahead, making arrangements, just mundane things like that.” She paused. “It feels really good.”
“Come here.”
The two words made Megan’s pulse speed up. She rose and walked around the table to him. He turned to face her, and then pushed his foot against her calf, making her spread her legs.
His hand, warm from the coffee mug, covered her mound, and he let it slide down between her legs, his fingers sweeping through her folds, and she could feel herself become wet with his attentions.
“Put your hands on my shoulders,” he said, and she did so, letting her fingers press into the large muscles while he explored her some more.
He could feel how puffy and swollen she still was, and when he pushed a finger up into her pussy, she gasped at the intrusion into that very sensitive area. Her fingers dug into him, but he didn’t seem to notice, and when he added another finger, she moaned, half in pain, and half with instant desire.
His fingers moved in and out of her, and a third flicked over her clit.
Her head came down onto his shoulder and her legs trembled, but his fingers were relentless.
She knew she would come quickly; her body was like an instrument, being played by an expert, and when he used his finger and thumb to pinch, and then press down on her clit, her whole body shook as an orgasm traveled right through her lower half.
Each time he flicked her clit, she shuddered. Her body was not her own, it was his, to play with and control as he pleased.
When he removed his hand, she gave a sigh of pure contentment, and he chuckled and pulled her onto his lap.
“Such a lovely, responsive sub,” he said softly, and nuzzled her neck until she squirmed, and they both laughed. “Right, that’s enough,” Jacob said, with a mock, stern look. “You need to wash and dress, instead of begging me for all this attention. You’re going to make us both late, and then I’ll have to spank your behind, sore or not.”
Megan’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, ready to tell him exactly who was going to make them late, but when his eyebrows went up, and he gave her a purely Dom look, she quickly changed her mind.
Instead, she gave him a beaming smile. “Yes, Sir, right away, Sir. I wouldn’t want to make you late, Sir.”
She stood up, went around the table, drank down her coffee, and then rinsed out her cup. She hurried from the room, leaving her Dom sitting there, shaking his head at her sassiness, a smile on his face, obviously loving the fact that she was so relaxed and happy in his company.
He let her get washed and dressed in peace, and after gathering the paperwork he needed from his office, he finished his own coffee, and flicked through the notes he had made for his ensuing meeting.
* * * *
It was a cold, but bright morning, and Megan enjoyed the ride to the kennels. She soaked up the amazing scenery, never tiring of seeing the mountains and endless trees with their gold and russet leaves.
When Jacob swung into the parking lot, Rachel was just getting out of her car, and she waved when she saw them approach.
Megan wondered if things would be awkward between them after being naked, and disciplined, in Jacob’s house last night, let alone what had come afterwards.
However, Rachel was as relaxed and friendly as ever, and she followed the two of them in, carrying three large bags of takeout breakfast.
“I’m pretty sure I got enough for the two of us. What do you think?” she asked.
Megan began to laugh while she watched Rachel empty out enough food for at least five people.
Jacob shook his head and grabbed his sub for a goodbye kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, one hand holding both of hers behind her back, and the other, sliding up under her sweater and tee shirt, where he found her breast; the bud already starting to bunch and tighten.
Rachel didn’t seem to notice and proceeded to start eating her breakfast, and Jacob didn’t seem in any hurry to release Megan.
“Um, I don’t want to make you late for work, Sir,” she said, sounding slightly out of breath while Jacob’s fingers played and pulled gently on her sensitive nipple.
His fingers left her breast and slid out of her clothes. “You’re right, Megan. This ploy to distract me should really stop, now. Do you understand?”
He gave her one of his devilish grins, and then slapped her behind. “I’ll see you at one.” Then he glanced at the pile of food, raised his eyebrows, and added, “I think I’ll bring you a salad.”
Megan watched him leave, and then turned back to the spread of food, absently picking up a biscuit, and taking a bite.
“Wow, you’ve really got it bad, huh?” Rachel said, taking a seat at the office desk.
Megan sighed and regarded her new friend. “Is it that obvious?”
“Only to anyone who’s in the same room as the two of you for more than a couple of seconds,” she said, innocently.
Megan put down the biscuit, the mouthful she had taken, getting stuck in her throat. She coughed, and then took a sip of the apple juice that Rachel had got for them both.
“Shit, I don’t want him to think that I’m some love-sick school kid,” she said with a groan.
“No, I mean I don’t know him as well as Mat does, but I don’t think he’s into teenagers.”
Megan scowled at her good-naturedly. “Very funny. I mean that I don’t want him to think I’m desperate.”
Rachel switched the newly installed computer on, and then sat back in her chair. “He’s cautious, I know that. His ex-wife completely screwed him over, and when he did start to get involved again, his taste sure as hell left a lot to be desired. Present company excluded, of course.”
“Well, thank you,” Megan replied, grinning.
Rachel chuckled. “Anyway, his last girlfriend, Natalie, was a first prize bitch; a real stuck up cow.”
“Wow, don’t hold back. Tell me what you really think,” Megan said.
“Yeah, well, if you’d met her, you’d have known what I’m talking about. And what’s more, when Jacob realized it, and broke up with her, she went all crazy psycho on him. You know, calling him in the middle of the night, showing up at his business, crying her eyes out, begging him to take her back one minute, and screaming abuse at him the next.”
“I guess that’s good reason to be cautious,” Megan said, thinking out loud.
“Well, I haven’t ever seen him this happy and relaxed,” Rachel said. “If you want my advice, and even if you don’t, I’m going to give it, anyway.” She grinned at Megan, “Keep doing what you’re doing. Make sure you’re honest and upfront with him. He’s all about the honesty thing, and let everything else play out naturally.”
Megan, having eaten the rest of the biscuit, now helped herself to a croissant. “That’s good advice, Mom, thanks.”
Rachel threw her empty food wrapper at Megan, and they both laughed.
* * * *
Jacob pulled into his driveway and parked the car by the front door. When he went upstairs to his bedroom, he could smell the perfume that Megan wore—a fresh citrus smell, like lemons. He knew he had said she could stay at the kennels apartment for now, but he was starting to regret his decision.
Slowly, he began to collect her belongings, and put them in the two bags she’d brought with her. When he picked up the bottle of perfume she’d left in the bathroom, he saw that it was lemongrass. Just the smell of it made him hard for his submissive.
She hadn’t taken much out of the bags really, just the essentials, and within a couple of minutes, he was done.
His mood was dark while he drove to a small l
ocal restaurant to pick up some food for the three of them. Mat would be stuck at work all day, but the two of them had decided to take the women out to dinner at a great Mexican restaurant in the center of town.
Back on the road, he pulled himself together. Megan had explained to him her reasons for wanting to live on her own, and they made perfect sense. It was important to her, and he was going to respect that.
Just as he was walking through the front door of the kennels, his cell rang. It was Mike, one of his drivers, and by the time he got off the phone, his black mood had returned.
When Megan saw him, she slung down her paintbrush and rushed into the foyer to greet him. Just for a second she was shy, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
His dark mood lifted immediately. God, just the feel of her body was enough to help him get things back in perspective.
Horrified, Megan jumped back when she remembered what she’d been doing for the last two hours. When she looked at his shirt, she saw the paint marks she’d left there, and stepped back, in dismay.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice. “I’ll pay for a new shirt, just as soon as I get my first pay check.”
“Shit, he must think I’m a complete idiot,” she thought, but when she glanced up at his face, he was smiling.
“Don’t worry, its only emulsion. It’ll wash straight out. Of course, you could buy another one, but I’d much rather take you into your apartment, and punish you there for being so careless.”
Just for a second, she thought he was serious, but instead of taking her wrist and marching her down the hallway, he unpacked the food, and the three of them tucked into smoked ham, salad, and fresh doughy bread.
They chatted about how much decorating was still to be done, and how both Rachel and Megan had spent some time getting used to the new computer system, and then Jacob told them about his phone call.
“One of my drivers called, and he’s sick. I could get a relief driver to do this run, but its short notice, and a hazardous load, so I’m going to have to take it myself. That means that our dinner plans will have to wait until tomorrow. I should be back by about seven, so if you and Mat are free, we could rebook for tomorrow night.”
Rachel thought that would be fine, and said she would call the restaurant that afternoon.
When the meal was finished, Jacob took Megan outside and led her over to his car. “I have to get going now, sweetheart. I stopped by the house and grabbed your things, although I’d be much happier if you’d stay there.”
Megan was torn between wanting to experience the independence she had always craved, and also needing to be near this man, who had turned her life upside down, in more amazing ways than she ever could have imagined.
He was going to be gone, though, and she didn’t relish being on her own, in that big, empty house. “I’ll be fine, and this way, I can be up and working really early. We’ve got a couple of deliveries scheduled for tomorrow, and the last lot of painting.”
He was quiet for a minute, and then nodded. “We came to an agreement, but while I’m away, I want you to call Mat and Rachel if you need anything, do you understand? I’ll be calling you when I can, and I expect you to answer, sub.”
It was strange, having someone worrying about her. Her mother had become so distant, after her father died, and Megan had pretty much been left to her own devices. Now she had this big, bossy, gorgeous Dom making sure she was going to be okay. It was a good feeling.
“Yes, Sir, I’ll call them if I need anything at all, and I’ll make sure I pick up the phone by the third ring, I promise.”
“That’s it, you bratty little submissive.” Laughing, Jacob grabbed her round the waist, and unlocked the car. He opened the back door, pushed her face down onto the seat so her ass was at the edge, and undid her jeans, holding her legs still with his knee.
Megan struggled, but it was no use. Before she knew what had happened, her jeans were pulled down, together with her panties, and he was spanking her bare bottom.
She was still sore and tender, and she cried out with every stinging swat. At last, he stopped, and pulled her clothes back up before helping her to stand up again.
It had been meant as a fun punishment for her bratty behavior, but when their eyes met, all she wanted was for Jacob to haul her over his shoulder and take her into that damn apartment, and fuck her senseless. From what he could see in his face, he obviously had the same thoughts in mind.
Her ass was burning, but she didn’t care. Her pussy throbbed for this man, and every part of her craved to have him inside her, controlling her, and bringing her to heights of ecstasy that she had never been anywhere near before.
He drew her roughly to him, and grabbing a handful of her copper curls, he pulled her head back to kiss her so thoroughly she had to catch her breath when he stopped.
He took her bags out of the car, and to the main doors, then got into the driver’s seat.
“I’ll talk to you tonight,” he said, and she nodded. Then he pulled out of the parking lot, and drove away.
Chapter Thirteen
By nine thirty, Megan had unpacked her bags, washed all the paint off, was sitting up in her new bed, and looking at degrees online.
It had been Rachel’s idea, something they had discussed that afternoon while they’d been unpacking several boxes that had been delivered.
Rachel had been commenting about how lucky it was for Megan, and the delivery guy, that he hadn’t arrived until after Jacob’s departure. Megan, who had been kneeling on the floor, with the inventory list, had looked up at her, and seeing her expression, Rachel had burst out laughing.
“Oh, my God, you saw?” Megan had asked.
“Well, only for a second. As soon as I realized what he was doing, I went back inside. Don’t worry, you know you can’t see anything from the road, and I was the only other person here.”
After she’d calmed down a little, Megan had struggled to put the necessary delivery information in the computer, and Rachel had brought up the subject of courses that Megan could take.
It was a great idea, and now Megan was sitting under the new comforter that she’d bought, searching online for something appropriate.
She glanced at the photo of her dad, sitting on the small table beside her bed. “I’m going to do it, dad, I promise. Whatever course I take, you’ll be able to be proud of me.”
Rachel had suggested that she use the truck for any errands she needed to do, and had pointed her in the direction of a small shopping mall on the edge of town.
It had been fun, getting a few things to make the apartment feel more like hers, and sitting there, knowing that at last, she was making good choices, and things were working out, she finally felt contented.
Rachel had insisted that she be on the payroll, even though the kennels weren’t open yet. “You’re doing plenty of work already, and I’ve done it now, so there’s no point in arguing,” she had said, pouting.
Megan was secretly glad. The things she had bought today had taken pretty much all the money she had left, but she had a little food in the kitchen, and all the essentials.
When her cell phone rang, she smiled to herself. She let it ring twice, and answered just before the third one.
“Nice timing, sub.”
Megan laughed. It was so good to hear his deep voice.
The two of them spent a while talking about the courses she planned to take. He thought it was a great idea, and it made her warm inside for someone to genuinely care about what she did with her life.
“It would be easier to sleep if you were here, naked, curled up against me,” Jacob commented.
She knew what he meant. Her bed may look good, but it needed Jacob in it, pulling her body back to his so he could hold her breasts while they slept.
“I miss you, Sir.”
There was silence for a second, and then he answered her, his voice husky. “I miss you too, little sub.” Then he chuckled. “You better get ple
nty of rest now, because when I’m finished making you come tomorrow night, you’re going to have trouble standing up straight.”
Megan couldn’t believe someone could make her blush from hundreds of miles away.
“Are you blushing, sub?”
“No, Sir,” she replied, a little too defiantly.
“Are you telling me the truth?” he asked.
“No, Sir,” she repeated, but with a lot less defiance. She grinned when she heard him laughing.
“You’re always trying to find ways to earn yourself a trip over my knee, aren’t you, sweetheart. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be generous, and let you choose an implement from my dungeon to spank you with.”
“Gosh, thank you, Sir.”
His laughter rang in her ear. “Get some sleep now, sub, and I’ll see you tomorrow, at eight.”
“Goodnight, Sir.”
She put her cell on the bedside table, and then went through to the main office. After she’d checked that the door was locked, she returned to bed, turning off the light and snuggling down under the covers.
She laid there, her thoughts full of him, missing him like crazy. She was pathetic, that was all there was to it. He’d only been gone for about ten hours, and she couldn’t settle down and sleep?
Eventually, her eyes closed, but her body tossed and turned, like it was reaching out to try and find the man who should have been beside her.
* * * *
By a quarter to five, Megan was bathed, dressed and ready to leave. It had been a long day, but a good one, helped by the fact that Mat had arrived after lunch to deal with the delivery of the cages that the dogs would be sleeping in during their stay at the kennels.
The work had been hard, but so satisfying, and while she sorted out huge piles of fluffy blankets, and boxes of dog toys and treats, she thought about the course she had found online. She couldn’t wait to show Jacob.