by SC Daiko
I push open my bedroom door, undress her and position her in front of my poster bed-post. We’re going to have to make this fast, if we don’t want to be interrupted.
“Stand with your back toward me, Catrin.” My voice is gruff.
She does as I ask, but her gaze bounces all over the place.
Smiling, I walk up to her and kiss the nape of her neck.
Slowly, caressingly, until I feel her relax.
“Do you trust me, darling?” I whisper.
“Yes.” A pause. “I do.” Her skin flushes a lovely shade of pink.
My muscles tighten in readiness. “Spread your legs.”
I drop my towel and slide my hand down her warm body.
“Relax.”
I kiss her again, nipping her shoulder with my teeth.
“That’s my girl.”
I reach around and push two fingers into her.
Her puffy lips are already swollen and soaking wet.
With a grunt, I curl my fingers to find her spot.
My thumb balls her clit and I set up a steady rhythm, her body rocking against my hand.
Fuck, she’s already rushing toward an orgasm.
One that I need to claim as mine.
I pull out my fingers and hold them to her mouth.
She sucks on them until her cheeks are hollow.
“Good girl.”
I tilt her chin and kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her, bruising her lips as I press down on them.
I stand back and rake my eyes down her luscious body.
God, she’s beautiful.
“I’m going to punish you now, Catrin. You need to be punished, don’t you?”
She sucks in a quick breath. “Punish me please, sir.”
“Remind me of your safe word.”
“Wales, sir.”
I pick up the wooden paddle I bought while we were in town yesterday. Then I cup her left breast with my free hand and squeeze it, turning her as I hold the paddle in front of her. “Stare at it.”
She gulps but does as I ask, her eyes wide.
With a wolfish smile, I slide the paddle down her body until I angle it between her legs.
She whimpers, and her knees give way a little.
I kiss the pulse at the base of her neck. “Are you ready?”
“I think so.” Her voice wavers.
“Hold onto the bed-post, Catrin. Turn your back to me.”
Trembling, she obeys.
I bring the paddle down, slicing it through the air with a whoosh.
The sound cuts across the room.
She squeals. “You didn’t hit me, sir.”
“Anticipation, my darling. Anticipation increases the pleasure.”
She hisses out a breath.
“The next sound you hear will be the slap of wood against your skin.”
She hisses again.
“You’re tense, darling. I want you to relax and wait for the strike.”
She inhales and exhales slowly. “I’ll try, sir.”
I step away from her, then slice the paddle down on her ass.
Thwack!
She cries out and her body jerks against the post.
My feet planted firmly apart, I bring down another strike. Harder this time.
Thwack!
She lets out a yelp.
“More?” I smooth my hand over her burning skin and steady her.
“Oh, yes, sir. Please!” She nods emphatically.
Thwack!
“I need you to surrender completely to the pain. Don’t fight it.”
“Yes, sir.” She releases a pent-up breath.
I paddle her buttocks with a front-hand-back-hand motion, over and over again.
I don’t go easy on her as I rain down blow after blow on her peachy white skin.
Her ass judders and turns pink, then blooms into a deep, dark flush.
I keep a watchful eye on her as I inflict the punishment, registering every twitch, flinch and moan, taking care not to push her beyond her level of tolerance.
Finally, she lets out a loud whimper, almost a cry.
“Enough,” I growl.
I drop the paddle and kneel behind her, my beard against her heated butt, my hands caressing her gently.
Her ass is so red and lovely.
I tell her so.
My heart beating strongly in my chest, I spread her ass cheeks apart and trace my tongue around the tight rim of her asshole.
She squirms. “Oh…”
“Breathe.” I’m on my feet now, my voice commanding.
“Mmm…”
The musky scent of her arousal is in the air between us. “Breathe,” I say again. “I’m just going to check on the kids.”
I kiss her then stride over to the window. Gleb has gotten Ben and Becca settled with fishing rods in their hands but their attention-span might waver soon, and they’ll want to come back inside.
“They’re fine,” I say as I help Catrin get into the bed. She’s shivering, so I lie down facing her and warm her with my body.
I turn her on her front and examine her butt. Slowly and gently I massage her, easing the ache in her flesh.
My breathing deepens, and I draw her firmly to me, turning her again so the softness of her tits presses into my chest. She rubs them against me.
“Fuck me, please, Daniel,” she whispers.
I pull her into a kiss, our tongues lashing at each other, swirling together in a dance as old as time.
I bend and take a taut nipple into my mouth, biting it before sucking my way up her neck.
My nerve endings tingle and I cover her with my body.
She writhes beneath me, her fingernails digging into my lower back.
“Oh, God,” I groan, pulling away and resting my weight on my arms. “Thank fuck you are here. Thank fuck you came to find me. I was lost without you.”
“I was lost without you too,” she stares into my eyes. Then she presses her hand to my heart and smiles so beautifully it takes my breath.
I lower myself and thrust into her in deep, punishing strokes.
She arches her back, and I snake one hand between us.
I rub her clit, my dick so fucking deep and hard inside her I can feel it battering the entrance to her womb.
I suck and bite and nibble at her skin.
“Yes, baby, yes.”
Her tits bounce against my chest as I push my cock into her, circling it inside.
She moans my name and I feel her sheath clenching my shaft like a vice.
With a series of gasps, she climaxes, her O-face so beautiful it tips me over the edge.
I hold her close, kissing her forehead, her nose, her mouth. “My heart was broken before you came into my life. You put it back together again. I love you so much, Catrin. I want us to be a proper family.” I look deep into her eyes. “Marry me, darling. Have my children.”
She stares back at me. “Oh, God, yes.” The joy in her voice brings a lump to my throat.
“Just one thing.” She smiles softly. “It’s not a condition. More like a request.”
“Ask away, my love.”
“Can I bring Toby over from Wales?”
Then she giggles, a deep throaty giggle that makes my dick hard for her once more.
I flip her over, so she’s lying on top of me, and I kiss her, ready for round two.
Suddenly, running footsteps echo from the corridor outside.
Fuck!
“Mum,” Becca calls out. “Where are you?”
“We caught a fish,” Ben’s voice joins hers. “Uncle Gleb is gonna cook it for our lunch.”
Catrin’s gives me a look. “Are you sure you want more kids?” she smirks.
I pat her ass and roll her off me. “I can’t wait.”
Epilogue
Daniel and Catrin
Ten Years Later
Daniel
When I said to Catrin I wanted more kids, I wasn’t joking. We were married a year after Gleb brought her to
visit me in Colorado. Barely ten months later, Lidiya was born, followed by Andrej and finally Nikolai, our baby. Three kids in the space of eight years… after which we decided our family was complete.
Or rather, Catrin decided enough was enough, and booked me in for a vasectomy. Ha!
We’ve had to build an extension onto the house so that all five kids can have their own room. Gleb got in touch with Claire, Ben’s old nanny, and arranged for her to come over and work for us, helping Catrin manage our tribe… as I like to think of them. It gives her time for her writing, a new career that she loves. She’s a bestselling author and the money she makes, added to what I get from selling my paintings, as well as continued access to my trust fund, means we have a comfortable lifestyle.
Life has been good these past ten years, but I’m not complacent. Whenever I look at Catrin, I give thanks to the powers that be for bringing her into my life. Without her, I’d still be a broken recluse. She healed me and made me whole again; I’m surrounded by love and have no need for solitude, no need to lick my wounds like an angry bear.
Ben and Becca are teens now… as close as ever, shielding each other from what they think of as their annoying younger brothers and sister. They’ve started dating other kids they’ve met at high school, although they’re protective of each other at the same time. Becca has grounded Ben, made him less volatile, only he isn’t a saint by any means. There are too many Sokolov genes in him, and he’s as bold and brash as they come.
As for Gleb… he’s still single, still wheeling and dealing like before. He’s moved out of New York to a town in New Jersey. I’m not sure what his business involves… and I don’t want to know as I’m almost certain it isn’t entirely legal. He has my back, has always had my back. I wish I’d realised that years ago.
Gleb keeps me up to date with what’s going on in the underworld. The Brotherhood gang that was after me for revenge has been eliminated by a much larger organisation, the Solntsevskaya, which has the protection of the Russian Security Service. They have much bigger fish to fry than me, bigger fish like Eric. He ended up double-crossing them as well and was killed in a gun battle in a Prague hotel.
Gleb is forty years-old now. He dotes on my kids... he’d make a great father.
Shame he hasn’t met anyone he’d like to settle down with.
Today, Catrin and I are celebrating our ninth wedding anniversary with a party for friends and family. It’s a warm summer evening so we’re having a cook-out by the lake. I’m standing on the deck, looking down at Gleb who is grilling hot dogs, hamburgers, corn on the cob, chicken and veggies with Ben and Becca’s help.
Any minute now, our guests will arrive. Eleri, Luke and Gabe are visiting with their kids. They come over every summer and stay in a B&B.
This year we have Catrin’s parents and sister staying, as well as Josh’s parents, who’ve come from Florida. They’re mainly here for Catrin and Becca, although they’ve accepted Ben and the rest of the kids with noble hearts.
There are blow-up beds all over the house. It’s mad, but I love it. I have a new, close-knit extended family, which helps ease the ever-persistent ache in my soul resulting from Papa’s betrayal. God only knows why he did what he did. And we still don’t know if that accident was really an accident or something else. I don’t think we’ll ever know…
As for the country of my birth, I wouldn’t go back there for all the money in the world. I remember Gleb’s words, they KILL you in Russia.
Despite the warmth of the summer evening, a shiver creeps up my spine.
The sound of barking draws my attention to two mutts running around in the garden. Offspring of Toby, who had a ‘liaison’ with a bitch in the village in front of half the elementary school shortly after he got here. Toby went over the rainbow bridge last year, and we all mourn him he was such a character and hero.
“Daniel,” I hear Catrin’s voice.
I turn, and my beautiful wife comes into my periphery, Nikolai in her arms. She hands me our youngest son. “Daddy will look after you now.”
I hear a car arriving. That’ll be the Aldridge House contingent. I’m relieved for Catrin’s sake that they’ve let the unpleasantness between us become a thing of the past. And for my sake too; I like Gabe, Luke and Eleri.
I bend and kiss the top of my youngest boy’s head. He reminds me so much of Ben at his age that my chest squeezes. Andrej and Lidiya are more like Catrin… fair and slight of build.
There’s a shout from down by the lake. “Food’s ready,” Gleb calls out, and we all make our way towards the barbeque pit.
Catrin
Claire has taken the little ones up to bed, leaving us ‘oldies’ and ‘not so oldies’ to sit by the dying embers of the fire. Music is playing on the outdoor PA system, and the kids are gyrating on the flat area of grass by the lake.
Daniel puts his arm around me, and I lean into him, breathing in his masculine scent. He never fails to stir me, to make me want him. We still ‘play’ when the kids are at school and Claire has taken the little ones on playdates.
It’s our escape valve, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
A slow song starts, and I notice Becca and Jack, Ben and Olivia have paired off and are swaying to the music in each other’s arms. Gabe, Eleri and Luke are also dancing together… the two men holding her sandwiched between them. Matt is with his little sister, Zoe, and Gleb is whirling my sister, Megan, around. She’ll be immune to his charms, though; she’s committed to her boyfriend back in Wales.
Daniel stands and holds out his hand. “Will you dance with me, Mrs Collins.”
He holds me pressed against him as we rock to the music. His hard planes against my soft curves. Our gazes lock together. I remember the time when his eyes were so broken, so filled with despair. He bends his head and kisses me. “I love you, my darling. Happy Anniversary.”
“Happy Anniversary, Daniel.” I return his kiss. “I love you so much.”
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Excerpt From “Their Virgin Nanny”
GABE
The door to the study swings open, and I look up from my laptop as Luke explodes into the room. I flash him a smile, my gaze roving over his messed-up dark-blonde hair, unshaven stubble and broad shoulders. He bounds up to my desk. “Any luck?”
“I was just about to check,” I say, shifting position on my chair to ease the sudden tingle in my balls. I could take him here and now, bend him over and fuck his tight little asshole until he shoots his load into my waiting hands… but there isn’t time.
He stands behind me and peers over my shoulder as I scan the list of candidates emailed to me by the agency. I breathe in his fresh, clean, ocean-breeze scent. “I’ll print it off so we can have a look after dinner,” I say, clicking on the appropriate icon.
I swivel around to face him while the printer whirs. I loop my arms around his waist. “I’m hard for you,” I groan, my voice deep and throaty.
“You’re always hard for me,” he chuckles.
“And you’re not for me?”
“What do you think?” He grabs my hand and holds it against his rigid cock; my own dick twitches in response.
“Gabe? Luke
?” a voice echoes. It’s Abi with the boys. She works a twelve-hour shift, seven am to seven pm Mondays to Fridays. Abi rooms on the top floor of our Kensington townhouse, and has been our nanny since Matty was born just over three years ago. Inconspicuous and efficient, she’s a chubby girl with mousey-brown hair and a quiet manner. Shame she’s leaving to get married and move to Scotland; it will be bloody difficult to replace her.
Luke springs back from me as she comes into the room, and his handsome face breaks into a smile that would light up the universe. He holds out his arms and Matty launches himself into them. Abi hands me Jack; I get to my feet and swing him over my head, unleashing a peel of giggles from my one-year-old son.
“They’ve had their supper,” she announces in her no-nonsense voice. “Jack’s bedtime bottle is ready in the nursery.” She runs her hands down her ample hips. “And their bath is running. So, if that’s all, I’ll go up to my room. We’ve had a busy day and I’m shattered.”
“Yes, yes, off you go,” I tell her. “We’ll take over now.”
It’s our usual routine, and I’m comfortable with it. After we’ve bathed the boys and dressed them in their onesies, Matty begs me for a bedtime story. Biologically he’s Luke’s son, and the resemblance is uncanny. We used the same surrogate for both our boys, tossing a coin to choose who would go first. Luke won, and we waited until Matthew was eighteen months before I had my ‘turn’ to fill the turkey baster.
Jack lies relaxed in Luke’s arms, sucking greedily at his bottle. His dark eyelashes fan his rounded cheeks; he opens his baby-blue eyes, locking them with Luke’s. The trust gets to me every time… and the unconditional love. Some people criticized Luke and me for having kids with no mother in the picture, but I grew up without a mama and it didn’t do me any harm. In any case, the boys’ biological mother, Sharon, visits once a week. It was one of her conditions for surrogacy.
“Papa,” Matty whines when I finish reading him We’re Going on a Bear Hunt, “can you read me another story?”