“I love you,” he told her again.
“I love you too, Sir,” she said softly. “Do you really think we can make this work?”
“What do you mean?”
Her face clouded. He could tell she was tempted to turn away, but she didn’t. “Us. You and me. As a couple. If that wasn’t what you wanted when you said I love you, then—you said it to the wrong girl.”
He kissed her. “That was totally, absolutely what I meant.”
She relaxed in his arms and smiled again. “Then you think we can make it work? I— Well, I never thought of myself as very submissive. I’m a take-charge girl, you know. I can follow orders, but I tell other people what to do a lot more often. We live a hundred miles apart, and the only way to get from here to there is a boat or a plane or a helicopter. You travel the world all the time. I—” The words were coming out in a frantic rush and he squeezed her to get her to slow down. When that didn’t work, he interrupted her with a kiss.
“I don’t think of Submission Island as where I live. Home is Seattle. But I can live anywhere that has an airport, Julia. We can come out here for weekends, perhaps, if you’re off-duty. It’s beautiful, and a place where we can be ourselves. But if there’s room in your apartment for a big lug of an American, then…” He let his voice trail off, making it into a question.
“There’d be room if I lived in a closet,” she said.
“Well, then. As to trips around the world, yes, sometimes I travel on business. Several times a year, whenever someone needs a little personal convincing to buy a few airliners. You can come with me whenever you can get leave. Ever been to Paris?”
“Um, no. Only time I’ve been out of the country was on a family vacation to Bali.”
“Well, then, I’d love to show you around.”
“That would work sometimes,” she said. “Actually it sounds wonderful. But I don’t get a lot of leave, you know. I probably couldn’t get a whole week off again for a few months.”
He turned around, still holding her. He settled his butt on the table, then kicked up off the floor to get a better seat. It could be a long conversation, and he wanted them both comfortable. He was still semihard inside her, and the movement made his cock twitch. She noticed too, and giggled.
“I don’t have to leave again for a few months either, I don’t think,” Tom said, “Although sometimes things come up. I’ll coordinate with you as best I can. I want to show you the world. My world of kinky sex, but everything else life has to offer too. And I want you.”
“The life of a policeman’s wife—policewoman’s spouse—isn’t an easy one,” Julia warned. “I’ve seen so many people break up over the stress. I’ll get home late, and you won’t know where I am. Won’t even know if I’m being shot at. I can avoid taking more undercover assignments, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be entirely safe.”
He smiled. “Honey, I’ve had tours in Afghanistan and Iraq.” He decided that now was not the time to tell a story about watching a friend being shot, even if it was to the point. “If anyone can handle that stress, I think it’s me. My friends have had their lives on the line more times than I can count. And while I may not have felt about any of them as strongly as I feel about you, I’ve at least had a lot of practice dealing with the worry. This I know—it’s important to live each day as well as you can when they all could be the last one. That means sharing as many as possible of them with you. It also means encouraging you to do your job to the fullest, with no regrets.”
“If you take trips without me…”
“Yes?”
“Well, I’m guessing you have a woman in every city.”
“No, not really.” Tom chuckled. “Usually business is business.”
“Usually. But there have been times, haven’t there?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “There have been times.”
“I don’t think I could stand that.” Julia’s heart was hammering so hard he could feel it shake his ribs.
“Tell you what,” said Tom, trying to keep his voice as light as possible and yet still serious. “I’ll trust you every time you’re late coming home. And you trust me when I’m away on business. I won’t sleep with another woman. I don’t need to. I want you. I’d rather ache in frustration for you than fuck another chick. And every night we have together, I can have you in every possible way. Can you trust me, Julia?”
She hesitated long enough that Tom’s heart started going as hard as hers. But he could wait for his answer as long as he needed to, as long as he got to hold her.
“I can try, Tom. I don’t trust easily, but I will do my best.” She smiled and kissed him. “You know, my head says I can trust you. My heart wants to. I think I’ll be okay. I can’t promise there will never be dark times in the middle of a lonely night when I think about how attractive and sexy and generally irresistible my lover, my Sir, is and it seems all too reasonable to think that some gorgeous woman is making time with him. It may be a work in progress. But I am willing to try, because I want you too. In every way,” she grinned, “that you choose to have me.”
The lascivious look on her face stirred his cock to life, causing it to harden anew. He pushed forward and she sighed. “Nice recovery time,” she murmured.
“I have delicious inspiration.”
She put her hands on his chest and pushed him gently back, and then started to ride him. One good turn deserved another. He put his hand on her chest, peeling off the remaining wax. It wasn’t as effective as doing it with the knife, but if she kept moving, he wasn’t going to be able to trust his hands with something sharp for very long. Besides, they had all afternoon and all evening to get the wax off.
“You don’t mind me taking this little bit of control, Sir?”
“Kelly, I can flip you over and have you any way I want you any time I want,” he said. “You’re exactly where I want you, and if you weren’t, I’d do something about it.”
She grinned. “You know, that’s a very comforting thought. I can’t screw up because you won’t let me.” She squeezed with her pussy, watching his reaction. “Like that?”
“What do you think?” he asked, sure the way his cock jumped was answer enough.
“I think I’ll have to keep experimenting.” She moved up and down on his shaft, and then did it again before being startled by a noise.
Megan and Natalie stood at the doorway, naked. Normally Tom was the first to welcome the presence of two beautiful women watching his scenes, but this time he was afraid it would scare off Julia, who had stopped.
“Um, sorry,” said Natalie. “We’re just getting drinks for the boys.”
He was about to wave them through and hurry them up when Julia smiled. “No worries, mates,” she said. She continued her motion. “Could you get a couple for us too? This is thirsty work.”
“Um, sure,” said Natalie, making her way around the table and heading on to the kitchen. Megan lingered, watching. Tom could tell her gaze was on him and he turned away, keeping his focus on Julia. It wasn’t difficult, with her beautiful tits bouncing above him, the skin still pinkened in places from the wax. Julia took one more look at Megan and turned back to him.
“And, Sir,” said Julia, “I love you too.”
He hadn’t said I love you this time, he knew. Julia was sending a message to Megan. It would have been more flattering to believe that she was so into what they were doing she wasn’t going to stop for an audience, but if she needed to put on a show, he was going to support her.
“I love you more,” he said with a grin.
“Come, Megan,” said Natalie from the doorway of the kitchen. “If I end up doing all the work, your Dom is going to hear about it.”
“Fine,” said Megan. As she passed, she muttered “bitch” under her breath. Tom clenched his fist for a moment before deciding it was probably directed at Natalie rather than Julia—which was still offensive but not his problem. He’d consider mentioning it to Roger later. He locked gazes with Julia and the
rest of the world didn’t matter anymore.
Chapter Ten
“So you two are leaving us?” asked Roger. He was sitting back in a chair by the pool. Megan was frolicking naked in the pool, surfacing now and then in a way calculated to show off her magnificent tits. Julia tried to ignore her.
Julia stood next to Tom. She wore clothes for the first time in days. Not that she felt entirely dressed, wearing a short black cocktail dress and no panties. Underneath the thin garment Tom had tied a rope harness on her. A line of rope was pressing against her breasts from both top and below, and a double width ran between her legs and all the way up her back, held taut with a tie at the base of her neck. Worst of all, he’d tied a knot to rest directly on her clit, and it rubbed every time she moved. The rope between her labia had gotten very wet.
“Carter’s flying us back to Cairns,” said Tom. “We want a day to relax there before Kelly needs to be back at work.”
Roger nodded, leaning back. “Are you coming back then? I could use some help with Megan.”
Julia glowered at Roger, but he only acknowledged the look with a smirk, which made her madder. So mad it took her time to register Tom’s answer. “I’m sure you can handle her,” Tom said.
Roger smiled, looking smug. “I think she might be getting bored of me actually. She might want a change, and you’re the only single man left besides me.”
I’m right here. She wanted to tell Roger what she thought of his offer, although she figured he was probably right about Megan. It wasn’t that Megan looked dissatisfied with Roger, but her gaze followed Tom every time he walked into the room. Tom, for his part, ignored Megan, but who was she kidding? Megan was gorgeous. Any man would want her. If I were a more generous person, I’d let him. But I’m not that generous.
“You’ll have to make do, Roger. Because you’re the last Dom standing. I’m not single anymore.”
“Surely the little lady would share,” Roger said, cocking an eye at Julia.
That was enough. “He said he was fucking not interested, mate,” said Julia. “So shut the hell up.” The moment the words were out of her mouth, she knew that wasn’t how she was supposed to talk to another Dom, even if he wasn’t hers. Well, Tom could punish her later if he wanted, but Roger had taken it too far.
Instead of getting pissed off, Roger laughed. “You’ve got yourself a hot one there,” he told Tom. “With a mouth like a cop. Have a fun time, you two.”
Tom squeezed her shoulder. “Roger,” said Tom calmly, but with a trace of ice beneath. “You know I love you like a brother, but you can take your little reverse psychology games and stuff them. You’ve been playing us the whole time, and don’t think I haven’t noticed. Some of it—a very little of it—might even have been appreciated. But no more. Understood?”
Julia looked up at Tom. Was it true? Had Roger only invited her and tied her to the cross to make Tom jealous? In a way, it wasn’t very flattering that he hadn’t really wanted her at all. On the other hand, Roger had decided she was good for his friend. She glanced between the two men.
“Understood,” Roger said after a moment. “But please don’t forget to visit, you two.”
“We won’t,” said Tom. “Have fun with Megan.” Without warning he lifted the back of Julia’s dress, and reflexively she grabbed the rising hem in front to try to keep decent. He grabbed the rope and steered her around. “Nice having a handle,” he remarked.
“Nice being manhandled,” she said and meant it. It wasn’t just the knot on her clit, which pressed into her harder when he grabbed and gave her delicious shivers. The whole notion that the harness made her easy to grab was enjoyable. She needed the dress on once she landed, but did she need it on now? It wasn’t as if it was covering her ass with his hand there anyway.
“May I take the dress off, and put it on again once we land?”
Tom grinned. “You may.”
She lifted it over her head. She never thought she would volunteer to walk around naked in front of anyone, certainly not anyone who wasn’t her lover. But she wanted him to have access more than she wanted her modesty. She understood what he’d been doing in putting the dress on her in the first place. He’d been trying to help her transition from Submission Island back to the real world, and demonstrating that no one could tell she was wearing the rope harness underneath the dress. The second mission had been accomplished, but she didn’t want to transition yet.
They walked back into the house. Tom had a packed suitcase sitting in the living room, and he picked it up on the way without letting go of her “handle”. Only half of it was clothes, she knew. The other half was toys. He’d made a point of making sure she saw them, and she was anticipating him using them on her. Restraints. A riding crop. A variety of clamps. She was especially curious and nervous about a box that he said contained something called a violet wand. She picked up her purse, and together they walked out again.
Carter was waiting for them at the dock, and raised an appreciative eyebrow when he saw Julia. “Nice rope work,” was all he said.
“Thanks,” said Tom. “Mind giving me a hand getting her on the plane?”
“Not at all,” replied Carter.
Julia wasn’t sure why she needed help, exactly. There was a gap between the door of the plane and the dock, but she could jump it—perhaps not as easily as the men could, but she still didn’t think she’d have any trouble. Carter jumped across and then turned with his arms outstretched. Tom picked her up and handed her to Carter, who used the rope to bring her into the plane as if she were luggage. He set her down on a seat.
“Um, thank you.”
Carter grinned. “All part of the service on Submission Island Air.” He turned to handle Tom’s suitcase, and then Tom leapt aboard as well. Carter went to the cockpit, and Tom settled down in the seat next to her.
“That’s about as much play with others as I’m inclined to permit right now,” said Tom.
Julia smiled and cuddled up. “Thank you, Sir. That was lovely, and I don’t need anymore.” She batted her eyelashes at him, just once so as not to be too coquettish. “It did tug at my rope nicely when he picked me up though. Gave me a little tingle.”
“You’re permitted a tingle.” Tom kissed her. “As long as that’s as far as it goes.”
Julia lowered her voice. “You know that Natalie would have his balls if he took it any further.”
Tom chuckled. “That does provide a bit of safety, doesn’t it? But he wouldn’t do anything without my permission anyway.” He grabbed her harness and tugged, pulling her out of her chair and over to him. “Now then, I want to enjoy the flight. We’ll start with you on my lap.”
Julia straddled him. His hard shaft pressed against the knot on her clit. The propellers of the plane started, making the plane shake, and Tom and Julia with it. I could come this way. If he lets me. “And how will we end?”
Tom grinned. “With you on your knees, I expect. But don’t rush.” His hands cupped her breasts, which jutted out between the ropes.
Epilogue
Julia drove home, the day’s events running through her mind as they always did. She’d argued with her boss, given a needed lecture to a subordinate, interrogated two suspects and even helped subdue a hundred-and-thirty-kilo man. She had a bruise on her thigh from his surprisingly sharp elbow.
She parked her Holden in the driveway. At first, she’d resisted the idea of Tom selling his house in Seattle and buying a house in Cairns for them to live in, but he’d said all the right words to convince her. “I love you.” “Forever.” “Always.” The selling point though, had been “Dungeon”. Which was ironic, because while they’d furnished an adult playroom, it didn’t feel very dungeon-like.
Home was the one place she could leave everything else behind. Tom was always willing to talk things through when she needed to, but right now her mind was going around in circles. She opened the door.
He was standing in the living room on his cell phone, probably talking to
someone in some other country. He smiled when he saw her and held up two fingers. Two minutes. When they were first living together, he would have everything wrapped up by the time she got home, and while that was lovely it made her feel guilty every time she was late. She preferred to be the one who was waiting, although this time she would have been happy to rush into his arms. She put down her purse and met his gaze. Then she unbuttoned her blouse. She wasn’t good at making a show of it, so she didn’t bother. She got her clothes off as quickly as she could. It was freeing to feel so completely comfortable naked in front of someone.
He clicked the phone off when she’d shed the last article of clothing. “Rough day?” he asked.
“Very.” She turned to the side, showing him her thigh. “A bad person gave me a mark. Jealous?”
“Very,” he said, closing the distance between them. He ran his fingers lightly over the bruise. “Need to talk about it?”
“Not yet.”
He put a hand on her shoulder, a signal to stay still, and moved behind her. He knew her by now, and knew what she needed. She’d been in charge all day. She needed to let go, to have him take the power and responsibility. He cupped a breast with one hand, her mound with the other. She spread her legs in response. He slid his hand farther down, running his fingers along her folds. “I want you,” he whispered.
“I’m yours,” she said. “Please, Sir.”
“You’re mine.” He let go.
She immediately missed his touch. But even that wasn’t a bad feeling, because she knew it was intended. His decision. She didn’t need to make any decisions until the next day if she didn’t want to. He would take care of all of them until she indicated she was recharged. Sometimes they focused on his pleasure, sometimes on hers. Both brought a sense of peace.
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