I walked to the kitchen where everyone was already at the table. And looked from Mason’s sweet smiling face to Holly and Adam’s downcast eyes, silently laughing.
“Mason did you get my makeup from the same place as the balloons?”
“Yes. And the hair beads and barrettes.” She smiled a huge smile.
“Barrettes?”
“Oh yes. There are two red ones, and two white ones, and two black ones. They look like pompoms.”
“Pompom barrettes?” I said to Holly.
She cleared her throat, looked down and whispered, “Nipple clamps”.
“Makeup?”
“Body paint.”
“You guys use condoms?”
“Umm…not personally.”
The same time she whispered this we heard a door shut.
“Hey, where is my Mason?”
“Uncle Alex is here!” Mason ran out of the room. I looked up at Adam then at Holly. I could feel my face start to get hot.
“I should go.” I stood up and pushed my chair in. The same time as Alex made it to the kitchen.
“Alex. This is my Aunt Ari. Isn’t she pretty. She let me do her hair and makeup.”
“Yes, Mason, she is as beautiful as an angel,” Alex said looking right at me.
“If I only had a halo and wings.” I rolled my eyes, tired of hearing him call me an angel.
“Next time I will wake you in time to put on a costume. Momma has a bunch of shinny ones.”
“Mason, we are going to have a long talk about getting in your mommy’s things.”
“But Daddy, Mommy and Aunt Ari both said they love it. I just wanted her to be as pretty as Momma. Don’t you think Momma is pretty when she wears her costumes?”
“Yeah, Daddy. Don’t you think I look pretty in them?” Holly had tears running down her face and had quit fighting to keep her laughter quiet.
“Oh God, I don’t want to know. I need to go.” I looked down at Mason. “Thanks sweetie for doing my hair. Next time I come and play, I will bring you some new makeup and hair clips so you won’t have to steal your mommy’s. I might even bring a couple of costumes, too. Maybe even matching ones for me and you. Okay? I love you baby.” I gave her a big hug and realized what I said. I loved her. It hurt, but at the same time filled me with joy. “Thanks guys for having me over. Holly, I’ll come back sometime this week. If you get done early one day, we can go furniture shopping.”
“I would like that.” She looked from me to Alex and whispered, “You don’t have to go. You didn’t even eat.”
“Yes, I do.” I looked over at Mason who was telling Alex about her day. Then whispered back, “Plus I feel dirty with your sex toys in my hair. I mean, come on Holly, you could give a little foreplay before you thrust them on me.” She laughed and hit my arm. “Bye Adam, and don’t worry, I will return all your goodies.”
Adam smiled a half smile. “Some of that is nonreturnable. Now that you have used it you should have to pay for it,” he said in a smooth, but commanding tone.
I heard Holly’s swift intake of breath. Before I could reply Alex jumped in. “Not happening,” he barked out and grabbed my arm and pulled me from the room to the sound of Adam laughing. He didn’t let go until we were in the living room.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded as he pulled me up against his firm body.
“I came to see Mason and Holly, but I’m leaving. I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting to see you,” I said as I pushed against him.
“Oh Angel, you should expect to see me. Expect to see a lot of me,” he said as one hand wrapped around to grab my ass cheeks and the other reached up to cup my neck.
“Please Alex. We are done. It was fun, and I learned a great deal about myself. Thank you for that and for making my first time pleasurable. I will always remember it,” I said thinking of what Becca told me while still pushing against his hard chest.
“Fuck that. We are nowhere near done. I don’t know if I will ever be done with you. My God, Ari,” he whispered as he swept down into a desperate kiss. Using his hands he picked up my ass to press further against him. I could feel his cock hardening further. I could also feel my traitorous body heating up as my hands gripped his shirt and I kissed him back. He dropped his hand to my breast while kissing me. Then all of a sudden I felt his hand on my bare ass, and I jerked back.
“No! Stop. I don’t want this.”
“Baby, Angels cannot lie. You do want this. You want more than this.” He squeezed my ass harder, bringing my body against his again.
“Please, Alex, let me go, and you will not have to see me anymore.”
“You will see me. I have plans for you, Angel. You want to know those plans?”
“No. No plans.”
“I plan to have you back in my bed. I plan to put my cock between your legs. And I plan to take you any way I want. I plan to have your luscious lips wrapped back around me as I fuck your mouth. I plan to suck that spiced peach juice out of you as you cum on my tongue. And I plan to fuck you so hard that you cannot recall anything but my name. I am going to take you over and over, until you’re too tired to do anything but let me take care of you. Then when you have rested, I plan to take that sweet virgin ass of yours. Don’t think I didn’t notice the little maneuver from Mitch where he had his dick in your mouth first, then your pussy.” I stiffened. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan to do this today or even tomorrow, but it will happen.” His finger stroked against the cleft above my bottom.
“No.”
“Angel, we both know it’s going to happen. Stop resisting and lying to yourself about how much you truly want to be taken there.”
“I don’t know anything,” I replied trying my best to get out of his arms.
He smirked down at me. Cocky bastard.
“You know it. You know how it is each night when you go to bed lonely. You want me to be there. I bet that you desire it even now. Even as you are mad at me, fighting to get out of my arms. I bet if I feel you now, I would have proof. I bet your clit is swollen, and your pussy is wet and slick. Hmm?”
God, I hated him because he was right. I wanted him. My body felt wired at his touch, at his words. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth while fighting off the desire to grind myself against him.
“I bet you are so hot I could slide right in without any problem. Soaking my dick with your heavenly scent as I push in and out repeatedly, filling you, and making you moan, but don’t worry, Angel. I said soon, not tonight. Not even if you beg.” He then walked me to and through the door.
“Good night, my Angel. I will see you soon.” He stepped back inside and shut the door in my face.
I stood there staring at the door, trying to gather my wits and figure out what just happened. I rubbed my legs together before I realized what I was trying to do. Son of a bitch! That did not happen. Stupid fucking games.
Alex
I closed the door and stood there waiting for her to leave. I wanted her, too much. She was a danger to me and my career, but at this moment I didn’t care. I wanted to throw her against the door and fuck the shit out of her until she screamed my name. I leaned my head against the door trying to get my pounding cock under control. I hadn’t been this hard in years.
“Quite a show you put on.”
I turned to see my brother standing there. Adam knew I was more than what I let on but didn’t know how much more. Everyone in this town thought I went off to join the military only to get dishonorably discharged. And now thought I was just a bum who went from place to place working odd jobs. The truth was they pulled me from my unit to put me in an elite group working secretly with the FBI. We could be undercover as anyone, anywhere. Chameleons. That was what we were. When it came about that someone was needed in my hometown they called me in and explained the situation. When they found out I had experience as a Dom in the club, they sent me in as lead. Everyone thought I was a local loser come bartender.
“We need to talk. Privately. You, me, Mitch, an
d Diana. Tomorrow at the club. Noon.”
“Is that why you came over? To tell me something you could have told me over the phone? Or did you come over to scare off my guest?”
I smiled big at Adam. He was taking his role as Uncle Adam seriously. Something I personally liked, but just not toward me. “Don’t worry about my Angel any.”
“She said today she wasn’t your anything.”
“A minor blip, nothing to worry about. Mitch and I will have her sorted out and she will be bent over, begging for it. Like they all do.” God he hated his cocky sounding ass.
“There’s what she wants and what her body wants. Don’t use her body’s response to your advantage when you just want to get your dick wet. She’s not just another sub. You knew that when I asked for your help with her in the club. Don’t treat her like you do the rest.”
I looked at my brother hard. He was the guy who took me to the club when I was eighteen. I wanted what Adam had, a wonderful family who fully supported his Dom behavior in the bedroom and club. I didn’t want to control every aspect of a woman’s life. I wanted her willing to submit to me sexually. To leave the decision of how and when she will reach her climax in my hands and to know I caused it. I wanted her to view it as a gift from me. Yeah, I liked to mix a little pain in there, too, and see a bare red ass. Hear the crack a whip makes when it hit bare skin. Hear moans from pleasure and cries from pain. To see tears roll down a woman’s face as she screamed my name in ecstasy and know that moments before she was cussing me for bringing her pain. I wanted it with Aurora, and I planned to have it even if it came with Mitch. I didn’t mind Mitch and was even turned on watching the way he handled Aurora and that was confusing, but…I shook my head and looked at Adam.
“Tomorrow. Noon,” I replied and walked out. We had decided it was time to bring in Mitch and Adam. Mitch, because he ran the club, and Adam, because he knew everyone. I didn’t know Diana’s story or if it was the same as mine. I met her as I came in to do this job. They had set her up months before, and she was a full-time Domme. I was told I was going to have to work with her and since she was already a Domme, I would need to be a switch to keep their options open. Evidence came in on someone wanting to break a Domme and bring her into submission and another who liked taking on grown men who were confused about their sexual preference. I never thought I would like submitting, but I soon realized it wasn’t about being weak, but about letting go completely. We did one scene a night on both Friday and Saturday nights to keep up appearances. Plus, since I was supposed to be sexually confused it helped that Diana was a lesbian and never turned me on when she did whip me. At least, it never happened until Friday night. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was Ari’s pussy. I wanted and need her. It wasn’t until I felt my cock being caressed and lips against mine that I came back to and noticed that it was Diana and not Ari. I grabbed her hand and went to tell Mitch that I was taking off for the night. It was going to look like I was leaving with Diana since I had her hand, but I needed to get out of there. I gave her a ride on my bike to her apartment. She never commented on the fact that I was turned on. She was smart and knew why. I went to my own place and went to bed. It wasn’t two hours later that I received the call that Aurora was gone. I hated that she thought so little of me. I found it ironic that everyone I ever knew thought I was a loser, but the idea that Aurora might think that ate at me. I was sure right now that Adam thought we were meeting to talk about her. If only that was the problem.
Aurora
I didn’t want to walk into the hotel with this junk all over me and didn’t know if I could get it all out myself. I drove over to Michele and David’s house to beg Michele for help. Yes, I would be embarrassed, but Becca was at work, and I didn’t know who else to go to. I parked and walked up to the door, but it was answered before I could knock.
“Oh, hello Ari. Thought I saw some headlights. What are you up to? What is all over you, girl?” David asked as he ushered me inside. I turned to look at the living room to see Michele, Jasper, and Jackson all sitting there with shock and humor on their faces.
“Hi!” I squeaked. “It gives a new meaning to sex hair don’t you think?”
The boys busted up laughing while Michele smiled her motherly smile at me.
“My dear…you do know what is in your hair, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. At least I think I do. I let a three-year-old do my hair and makeup and fell asleep in the process. I thought she was using her play makeup. Instead she went into her mommy and daddy’s secret boxes. Before I saw it, I promised her I would not take it off before I was home. But I don’t want to walk through the hotel lobby like this, and I don’t know if I can get it all out. Will you help me?”
“Yes, Ari,” Michele said in her exasperated tone. “I’ll help you and you can shower here, but let’s see what is all in there. I see the condoms. What else do we have?” They all stood around me to get a better look.
“Umm…”
“What are the pompoms?” Jasper asked reaching out to touch.
“Nipple Clamps.”
“Niiice!”
“Beads?”
“Next!”
“Hmmm. Let me see, Mom,” Jackson said as he moved against my back. “We have condoms, nipple clamps, anal beads, and cock rings. And I do smell something fruity.” He leaned forward and smelled my hair right under my ear. “Mmmm… Did she put something watermelon scented in your hair?”
“Alright, enough Casanova.” I slapped his hands, which had made their way around my waist. “I didn’t know about the rings. And yes she put some kind of oil in my hair. Oh and the makeup is body paint. And before you even ask, yes I already had my picture taken, and you cannot take another one.”
“Alright boys, let your mom deal with the sexpot while we finish watching the game. Maybe the Rangers will hold them in the ninth.” They laughed as we walked out of the room.
It took two hours and dish soap to cut the greasy mess my hair was in. I was not happy by a long shot and had already decided that Mason and I would be having a talk. I spent the time talking about the house and signing the papers. I ended up in one of Jackson’s football jerseys that hung nearly to my knees. I sat on the couch talking with David about security systems. I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up I was being carried up the stairs by Jackson.
“What are you doing?” I yawned and looked around. “Put me down. I can walk.”
“What I am doing, my little sex kitten, is giving up my bed for you to sleep in. The proper and nice thing to say is ‘Thank you’.”
“The proper and nice thing is not to have your hand on my ass.”
“Jackson. Get your hand off her ass. Why can’t you see her as your sister like Jasper does?” I heard David ask from behind us.
“First off, Jasper has a girlfriend he is in love with and has been since kindergarten. Second, how can I not want Ari? She’s hot as hell. You should want someone like Ari for me.” Jackson placed me on his bed and smoothed his hand down my bare leg as he reached for the covers.
“I’m sorry, Ari. Jackson grabbed you before I could,” David said, then turned back to Jackson and spoke like I wasn’t even here. “And of course Ari is a sweet girl. I would love to see you with someone like her, but not her. You will corrupt her sweetness.”
“I think there’s a lot more to our little Ari than she leads on.”
“What do you mean? She is nothing like you. She is pure and innocent.”
“Is she? Sweet. Yes. Innocent. I don’t think so. Not anymore.” Jackson looked me over completely lost in thought and not sexually. I didn’t know if I should be offended for being objectified or happy I wasn’t being sexually accosted.
“Why you little…” David slapped him on the back of the head.
“Hey! Enough! I am right here, and you two are not going to talk around me like I am not in this room. David, I am not an innocent little girl anymore. It’s all part of growing up. It doesn’t mean I’m immoral
either. Jackson, thank you for the compliments, but you’re too young for me. I see you as a little brother.”
David sucked in a breath and let it out. “Are you good here, Ari? Do you need anything else?”
“I’m good, but I can go back to my hotel. I’m awake now.”
“No, it’s nice to have you back under our roof. Let me enjoy it.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“Good night, my sweet girl.” He cut his eyes to Jackson then left the room.
Jackson walked forward and sat down beside my hip with a smirk I was sure he used to get into the girls’ panties. “You honestly think you’re too old for me?”
“Yes. You’re barely out of high school.”
“We’re not as different as you might think, but if you want me to think of you as my sister I guess I can try.” He made a face and shook his head. “I want you happy and if someone hurts you in any way I’ll be there to kick their ass. Be it emotional or more. Even if you think you deserve it.”
“What are you saying? What do you think I deserve?” I thought this was strange coming from Jackson. He was always the jokester, and I had never seen him this serious.
“I said if you think you deserve it. You’re a sweet girl, like my dad said, and deserve someone to treat you as such. You need to remember that. No one can change that, but you.”
“Okay, what’s going on?”
He looked in my eyes for a long time. Then reached up to cup my cheek. “You’re only three years older than me. That’s not a big difference. I’ve been eighteen for seven months now and I’ve been a member of a certain club for the past six months. A club that you seem to have an interest in. One with a red door.”
I sucked in a huge breath. “How?”
“I saw you at the bar with Alex and Mitch. You…” He shook his head and stared off in space. “You were so fucking hot; I made my way over there when Mitch showed up. I didn’t know if I was going to kick their asses or join in. When he made you cum, fuck, I wanted you, Ari.” I felt sick. “Everyone who saw that wanted you. Even knowing it was wrong because I could never go there, I wanted you.”
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