‘When Miss Baxter needs a ride home,’ I corrected and got his sexy scowl in return. ‘Thank you for looking after us so well, Richard.’
‘My pleasure, he’s as good as gold, not a peep. Enjoy your vacation,’ he nodded and I smiled in return. I turned back to see Dan holding up the car seat, inspecting inside, with a soft look on his face and I smiled to see him so enraptured with our son.
‘Was he always this small?’ he uttered.
‘Even smaller when I popped him out,’ I teased. He smiled and looked back at him.
‘He’s just tiny and so cute in that little outfit. Can I wake him up?’
‘No!’ I gasped. ‘Have you never heard the term let sleeping babies lie?’
‘I thought it was sleeping dogs?’
‘Wise advice in both cases.’
‘Come on then,’ he sighed, ‘let’s get back, I have a few surprises for you.’
‘You have to admit this is so much better than that pogo stick you drove me down this track in last time,’ I grinned, as the Range Rover’s leather sports seats and suspension cushioned me from the worst of the pot holes.
‘Yes fine, it’s great,’ he replied with a roll of his eyes and a quick flash of a smile in my direction.
‘If you’re so rich why don’t you just tarmac the road to the loch?’
‘I don’t want to draw attention to it. A nice smooth road shows there’s something worth getting to at the end of it.’
‘Ok, I get that.’ I looked behind to check on Oliver, but he was still fast asleep. I was sure he’d sleep through an earthquake until he was ready to wake up on his own. I started to feel tense as we approached the shore. I hadn’t been back here since I’d fled, after discovering Dan was married, and the memories of being on that water, and in that water started coming back to me.
‘Do you trust me?’ he asked in a serious tone, just like he had when we were sliding down the mountain in the snow. I barely knew him then, when I’d answered yes, now I knew most of his secrets, was in a relationship with him and we had the most beautiful baby boy. Things couldn’t be more different.
‘Of course I do.’
‘Then don’t worry, I’ve got you both covered.’
‘You built a bridge?’
‘Not a bad idea,’ he laughed. The shoreline came into view on the horizon and I watched with bated breath, I’d forgotten how beautiful and peaceful it was here, in this deep valley, miles from anywhere. Everything was so much greener than London and the fresh air coming in from the open window was so delicious. I caught him looking at me and smiled. ‘You’ve missed it here. I always do.’
‘So it’s beautiful, but I can’t get my Starbucks for breakfast.’
‘Think again,’ he advised with a mysterious smile. I gasped as we pulled up in the clearing by the jetty. Tied up wasn’t his small wooden outboard, but a large sturdy looking speed boat with windows in the bow and a leather sundeck on the rear.
‘Seriously?’ I uttered.
‘You didn’t feel safe in the old boat, I want you to feel safe. You and Oliver can go inside so you don’t have to look at the water.
‘You’re crazy. If you could afford this car and boat, why not have them to start with?’
‘It was just me, I’m not into being flash for the sake of it, but it’s not just about me anymore, I need to think about what you and Oliver need.’
‘You’re amazing,’ I whispered, as I put my hand over his on the gearstick.
‘It’s only money,’ he shrugged, looking embarrassed.
‘No, it’s the fact that we’re in your thoughts.’ I felt my eyes welling up at what he’d done for us.
‘O shit, the crying phase isn’t over yet?’
‘No,’ I replied with a sniff, as I wiped my eyes.
‘Crap, I should have purchased some tissues, because I think the rest will make you sob.’
‘Rest of what?’
‘Let’s go and see,’ he smiled as he reached over and clasped my chin and ran his thumb over my lower lip, sending tiny sparks of electricity through my skin. ‘I’m so happy you’re both here.’
‘Me too,’ I sighed.
He made sure we were happily seated in the small cabin in the bow, which contained a wooden table and leather seating around the edge and I heard the engine purr to life. It felt safer, warmer and smoother heading over, and faster, I could hardly believe it when I heard him cut the engines and jump out onto the jetty to tie us up. He took Oliver from me and set him down on the decking by the boathouse, then the case, then helped me out.
‘Right, you’re in stupid heels again. Sit here while I take Oliver and the case up, then I’ll come back down for you.’
‘O don’t be ridiculous,’ I protested.
‘Ellie,’ he warned. ‘Don’t piss me off before we’ve even made it to the house. Spending your time here with your ankle in plaster isn’t my idea of fun. You’ll sit and wait for me.’
‘Fine, whatever, just be gentle with him, if you swing him he’s likely to wake up and throw up,’ I sighed as I sat in on the steps leading up the boathouse door. I watched him stride away with the suitcase in one hand and Oliver in the other, his sexy backside making me groan. ‘Sod it,’ I uttered after waiting for a couple of minutes and got up and started walking to the house. I was halfway there when my ankle twisted under me on a rocky outcrop and I landed flat on my backside with a wince. I heard a roar of laughter and looked up so see Dan standing with his hands on his hips shaking his head.
‘I warned you. Are you ok?’
‘Humiliated,’ I muttered as he strode over and gave me his hand to pull me up.
‘You seem to have this habit of falling at my feet, Miss Baxter,’ he advised as he grabbed me and hoisted me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal of delight and immediately grabbed his peachy backside, then gasped as he laid a stinging slap on my derriere. ‘That’s for not doing as I told you and waiting for me.’
‘Owwww,’ I protested and squirmed with delight.
‘Tonight we’re going to have sex where I’ll start to introduce you to the delights of being dominated, pretty soon you’ll be craving my hand on your backside. Right now I just need to sink my cock inside you and fill you with come.’
‘But Oliver,’ I whimpered, as a frisson of excitement tore through me.
‘If you’re talking about our drooling, snoring, adorable son, he’s fast asleep in his room. Trust me I’m that horny it’s not going to take long.’
‘Not exactly selling yourself here,’ I laughed.
‘Trust me, fast or slow you’ll still have a mind blowing orgasm, Ellie. I never fail to get you off.’
‘No, you don’t,’ I agreed on a sigh and smiled as the sound of his steps changed and the wooden decking came into view. He headed in and locked the door behind him, before striding across the wooden floor and depositing me down on the pool table. I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath from the head rush as I was flipped back into an upright position, before his hands were cradling my face and his lips were bruising mine with their urgency. He didn’t need to force his tongue into my mouth, I opened it willingly as our mouths mashed together, the feeling of bliss surging through my veins and causing my nipples and clit to respond immediately. I reached down for his zip and quickly undid it, before sliding my hand into his jersey boxers and extracting him, marvelling at how the feel of his hot rigid shaft could turn me on even more. I tested the tip of his velvet soft head with my thumb to find he was wet already and he let out a groan which I swallowed, before he came up for air and shuddered.
‘Fuck, I need you,’ he uttered, as he fumbled with the buttons on my jeans too.
‘Tell me about it,’ I sighed as I kissed his throat and neck, before releasing him to hike myself up so he could slide my jeans and knickers down to my ankles in one smooth move, before he prised my knees apart and dragged me to the edge of the table. My breathing was coming hard and fast, in uneven gasps and I let out a cry of pleasure
as his cock speared me, driving through me with such force I felt like he was going to split me in half.
‘Uh,’ he grunted, as his fingers dug into my bottom and his mouth found mine again. He withdrew nearly all the way, dragging his shaft against my internal nerves, waves of warmth radiating through my body, before he hammered home again as he held me in place, anchoring me to his pelvic bone. I whimpered as my body trembled. My thighs were being forced so far apart by his own, but my feet were still anchored by my clothes around my ankles. I shoved his jeans down and slid my fingers up his boxers to claw at the smooth hard globes of his pert backside, making him grunt again as he pierced my core with another hard thrust that had me cry out his name, before biting on his lower lip. ‘Hold tight, baby,’ he managed to order, as I sucked and chewed on him.
I nodded as I released him from my grip and he started to power into me, brutal, punishing thrusts that threatened to rupture some internal organs, but never failing to stimulate, rising me higher and higher towards my climax. The sounds of our panting filled my ears as we moved to kiss and bite on each other’s necks. We were like feral creatures, rutting stags, our only focus was coming and fast. I heard him groan as I dug my nails further into his flesh and I yelped as he did the same, those dents were going to create bruises, I knew it, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was having him back inside me, fucking me like we’d been apart for months, like he couldn’t get enough of me. I knew I couldn’t get enough of him, he was simply incredible.
‘Dan,’ I mewled, as my head fell back and my back arched. I was close, so close. He moved to trail his tongue up over my throat and gently bit it as he pounded into me on a mission. He didn’t need to order me to come, the feeling of tension and tingling expanding from my core was a sign that I was beyond any form of control now. I clenched around his shaft tightly, as I tried to muffle a scream of pleasure as tears started to roll down my face.
‘Ellie,’ he groaned, in a tone so deep it sounded as if it came all the way from the soles of his shoes. He timed his last thrust perfectly, emptying his hot load into me as I started to buck in his arms. ‘Damn it, I wanted that to last longer,’ he sighed as I quaked against him, my eyes completely unfocussed. Longer? That had been perfect, the way he was fucking then he’d have killed me if he’d gone on any longer. I felt him gently lying me down on the soft baize below me as I tried to recover. He slithered out of me, leaving cold where his warmth had been only moments before, but that cool air was soon replaced by the power and heat of his tongue.
‘No,’ I feebly protested.
‘Yes,’ he murmured into my bruised and tender flesh. ‘You smell of sex, of us and it’s so fucking hot,’ he groaned as he lapped at my wetness, drinking in the fruits of our labour. Matt or Zac had never done that, I wasn’t one-hundred percent convinced that I wanted Dan to do that, until his tongue swept over my hyper-sensitive clit and my hips lifted of their own accord.
‘Yes,’ I moaned, as my fingers grasped the ends of his hair and pulled him closer into me. I felt him chuckle as his lips gently sucked, while his tongue flickered, teasing me to another climax just as a cry from upstairs echoed through the building. My natural instincts to drop everything and go and check on my baby were hampered by the convulsions currently controlling my body. He planted tender kisses on the inside of my thighs before straightening up and hauling me up against his chest as he kissed the top of my head.
‘Hmmm, eating you while you’re so hot from my come was such a turn on. I’m ready to go again, but this time I want you from behind.’
‘You’ll have to hold that thought, or maybe even that erection,’ I laughed as Oliver cried again a little louder. ‘He’s awake and he needs feeding or he’ll just keep crying.’
‘I guess I’m going to have to learn to share you,’ he sighed as he let me go and tucked himself back in and zipped up. He clasped my face and caressed my cheekbones with his thumbs. ‘I’m so happy you’re both here.’
‘I’m happy too,’ I nodded, as I pulled him down to kiss me again. We pulled away laughing as Oliver started to really cry. Dan helped me down off the pool table and tugged my jeans and knickers back up. A shower was going to have to wait. My hungry and probably confused son wouldn’t. Dan took my hand and led me upstairs and hesitated outside the guest bedroom. ‘What? If you’re worried he’ll cry if you hold him, he’ll soon get used to you again.’
‘It’s not that,’ he smiled as he reached for the handle and swung the door open. I stepped inside and froze as my hands flew to my mouth. I wasn’t in the guest room anymore, but the most beautiful baby boy’s nursery painted in pale blue, with fluffy white clouds around the edges. There was a white painted cot with carved teddy bears and a matching chest of drawers, nappy changing unit, book case and wall mounted shelving unit. In the corner was a white leather rocking nursery chair and footstool with a blue and white checked blanket and the windows had been dressed with roman blinds with blue teddies and the letter “O” all over them. Sitting on the chest of drawers next to Oliver’s cot was a blue teddy lamp emitting a soft glow around the room. ‘Do I take your silence and tears as a good thing?’ he asked, an edge of nervousness in his voice.
‘Yes,’ I whispered as I sniffed and tried to wipe my eyes. ‘It’s … beautiful. How did … how did you do this so fast?’
‘Money means you can have anything delivered to your time frames and I didn’t phone you on Tuesday because I was up until one o’clock in the morning painting. I finished on the Wednesday, Mrs. McAdams did the blinds and Pete helped with the furniture and the interior of the wardrobes.’ He opened the doors on one side to show me custom built shelving, housing nappies, wipes, talc and everything else I could possibly need to look after him. When he opened the other doors there was a wardrobe with mini rails fixed, full of tiny outfits for him in all sorts of colours. I clapped my hands and laughed, and Dan joined in as we heard a squeal and giggle from behind us.
‘See even Oliver loves it all,’ I moaned as I wiped away more tears. I flung my arms around Dan’s neck and kissed him, putting all my emotions into it, letting him feel how much I appreciated what he’d done to make my son and I feel a part of his life, of his home. ‘You’re incredible,’ I sighed. ‘I can’t thank you enough.’
‘You’re incredible, you looked after him for so long without my support, it’s the least I could do. I take it you’re still breast feeding?’ he enquired. I nodded and he groaned. ‘Lucky little bugger.’
‘Dan,’ I laughed and batted his shoulder.
‘Go and sit in your chair, I’ll bring him to you,’ he ordered. I did as I was told, feeling so emotional it was overwhelming. He’d gone to so much expense and trouble for us, to make us feel at home, my excuses for refusing to live with him were dwindling by the hour. I smiled as Oliver giggled when Dan hoisted him up in the air then pulled him down against his shoulder and kissed his neck over and over, until all three of us were in fits of laughter as he thrashed and squealed in his father’s arms. Dan reluctantly handed him over to me and watched with a soft look on his face as I fed him.
‘You’ll get to hold him again soon enough. But he’s all out of sync with the journey here. He’s usually awake for a while, has a feed then goes to sleep.’
‘He sleeps a lot.’
‘About fifteen hours a day,’ I nodded. ‘I put him down at about six p.m. at night and with the exception of a feed in the middle of the night, he sleeps pretty much through until morning, I’m really lucky.’
‘So with breast feeding you have to wake up every night to feed him?’
‘Most of the time. While Brooke and Molly lived with me I expressed into a bottle and they fed him with that so I could have the odd full night’s sleep when I was really exhausted.’
‘I’ll do that for you, you must be shattered doing that all the time.’
‘I don’t mind, I love looking after him,’ I smiled as I kissed his head while he suckled away.
‘Well tonight I’m
taking over,’ Dan advised, as he crouched next to me and kissed my cheek. ‘You’re not on your own anymore.’
‘No, I’m not am I?’ I smiled and pursed my lips for a proper kiss, my stomach somersaulting as he did.
Day Nineteen
Saturday 11th July ~ Year Two
Ellie
‘Stop,’ I screamed in the shower as he tickled me while kissing my neck, after some seriously hot and wet sex.
‘I love hearing you laugh, as well as scream my name like you did last night when I had you from behind, bent over the kitchen island.’
‘Don’t remind me,’ I groaned. ‘I still ache all over, you were a machine, I was riding the pound train express.’
He laughed and kissed me again. After sex last night, he’d explained what turned him on even more that just having regular “Vanilla” sex with me, saying it wasn’t that our sex life wasn’t great, or that I didn’t please him sexually, but sometimes he needed more, that it was a way for him to deal with his demons. I knew how much he wanted me, so I wasn’t fazed that he needed something extra sometimes, as long as it was with me and only me. He told me that he got off on control and submission, but not in a sadistic or bullying way like some of the books I’d read, he simply wanted the power during sex, for me to give myself up to him, to do whatever he asked and in return he promised to make sure I experienced plenty of intense orgasms and that if it ever got too much I could make him stop by shouting the word “Red.”
He didn’t want to discuss the ins and outs, or have written contracts, saying he’d rather go with the flow as to how he was feeling on any particular day. He’d give me an order, or direction, or tell me what he was about to do to me and if I didn’t like the idea and wanted to discuss it in more detail then I’d use “Yellow.” Otherwise he’d assume I was ok with whatever he was proposing that wasn’t in my usual sphere of “normal” sex. Normal being a number of positions, locations and oral. I’d never had anal sex, been tied up, blindfolded, spanked, paddled or had orgasms denied, which were pretty much the sorts of things that Dan apparently enjoyed. He wasn’t into being a dominant in everyday life as far as the true sense of the word meant, but he enjoyed the sexual control and the fact that I would trust him to look after me. He especially got off on giving me pleasure and watching me come. Who’d have a problem with that? I wondered, as we kissed under the hot downpour. In my mind I was getting the better part of the deal. Though I did remind him if he thought he could boss me around all the time out of the bedroom, he needed to revise his expectations.
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