Sean didn’t let it pass. “What’s funny, baby?”
“An odd random thought, Master, nothing important.”
“I’ll send your membership information along when everything is approved. We hope to see you and your delightful sub around The Cage again soon.” The Baron handed Sean a card and left them alone. It was the first time all night Mara actually saw him go.
“So what did you think of your first club outing?”
“It was an eye-opener and I rather enjoyed it, except for the crop, that is.”
“Baby, you loved every minute of it, especially the crop.”
She bristled, but only until he slid his hand between her thighs, pulled aside her damp panties and sank two fingers easily into her drenched pussy.
“Care to change your answer?” He slid in and out, as his thumb began to circle her clit.
“Sean, I’m on the edge. A few…” She paused to suck in air as he inserted a third finger. “A few more minutes of this and I’ll come right here on your lap.”
“I’ll have you coming all over my hand in seconds, not minutes. You were wet the entire time I had you on that bench and your pussy practically wept when I used the crop. Your thighs were glistening and I could smell your heat.”
She turned her face into his neck. Not only to hide her embarrassment, but to muffle her cries of release. She was about to go off like a rocket any second. “Could the… others see?”
“I’m sure they could. You were awesome, Mara. Beautiful, sexy, very aroused and undeniably hot.”
“How humiliating.” Her actions were incongruent with her words, however, as she writhed against him, draping a leg over his forearm as she opened wider for his busy fingers. His hand turned over on the next inward motion, the pads of his fingers pressing against the front wall of her pussy, the slow glide robbing her of breath.
“Nonsense, this is a sex club, darlin’. People come here all the time.”
As if on cue, a woman somewhere in the room screamed out in an obvious orgasm. It was raw, earthy and undoubtedly satisfying.
“Case in point.” Sean grinned down at her. “Let’s see if you can top her. Come for me, baby, coat my fingers with your sweet honey.”
Another few twists and thrusts from his fingers, along with the increased friction of his thumb on her clit, had her ready to soar as predicted. The muscles in her belly trembled with tension, as her back arched, drawn tight like a bow. As the thrill of her orgasm washed through her, she turned into him, pressing her face against his chest to muffle her cries.
“No. I want them to hear you. Show them how much pleasure you find at your Master’s hand.”
With his permission, she let loose. Her release coming from all the way down in her toes, it rolled up and out of her as he fingered her to a stunning, carnal conclusion. In contrast to the last sub’s cry, Mara’s was deeper, more of a keening moan. It was as wildly unrestrained, however, and equally appreciated by the other club members who murmured their praise, a few offering more rousing endorsements.
His lips found hers as she came down, his tongue diving in deep, tasting and stroking her mouth until she was breathless. He then sat her on his knee and quickly dressed her, the skirt was easy, the lace up corset not so much. Before long, she was set to rights with all her important parts covered once again.
They left to friendly calls of goodnight and hope to see you soon, not bothering to explain that their attendance would be hit or miss. Sean had her tucked in his SUV the next minute and was steering them toward home. It wasn’t long before he was unlocking their front door and hurrying her inside. They hadn’t gone more than a step before he lifted her and then toppled her ass up, head down over their high back couch.
“I need you now.”
Skirt up, panties down, the next instant he was inside her. It was spectacular in its carnality as he took her fast and rough. Skin slapped against skin, harsh breathing pervaded the room and their impassioned cries filled the air. Mara, who was on edge despite her previous release, came first, crying out his name as she gripped the couch cushions. Sean was right with her, echoing her cries as he pistoned into her, his cock driving home as his hips and thighs smacked her ass. He pulled her upright and with his hand cupping her jaw, turned her head for his kiss. As he came, surging hot inside her, his body shuddered and his groans of pleasure filled her mouth.
Spent and panting furiously, they leaned against the couch in recovery mode.
“I love you, and I very much enjoyed you exploring with me tonight.”
“Me too, Lucky. I have decided we are a perfect, twisted perverted pair. I need the submission and discipline as much as you need to dominate.”
“I knew you were perfect for me the moment I saw you. I’m a damn lucky man to have found you.”
“I love you so much, Sean.”
“Will you marry me, Mara?” In a low husky tone by her ear, his words like his body surrounded and filled her up. “I’m not prepared. I don’t have a ring and I shouldn’t be screwing this up like this, but I want you in my life forever. I love you more than anything and with me buried inside you like this, the place I most want to be, I had to ask.”
She twisted in his arms, apologizing for her sudden movement with him still lodged inside her. Standing on tiptoe, she entwined her arms around his neck and declared, “Yes, absolutely, I’ll marry you. And you didn’t screw up anything. That was a beautiful, heartfelt proposal, Sean. I’ll never forget it.” She giggled as she kissed him. “It was so perfect, in fact, from now on, every time we do it over the back of a couch, I’ll relive this moment.”
“Damn romantic, aren’t I?” He laughed against her lips before he deepened the kiss, ending her giggles. When he lifted his head, he smiled down at her. “You’re off this weekend; we’ll go ring shopping.”
Her eyes misted. “You’ve made me so happy, Sean. After growing up as I did, well… it wasn’t good and then I struggled on my own for a long while. I never thought I’d find someone like you. I wasn’t expecting it, but you showed up out of the blue and turned my boring, monotonous life on its ear. I know we’re going to be gloriously happy together.”
“I do too, baby. Prepare for something wonderful, Mara Westbrook soon-to-be O’Brien, because this is only the beginning.”
Chapter Seven
Dragging her body from her lonely albeit warm bed, Mara forced her arms through her robe to ward off the chill in the apartment, then trudged to the kitchen and the coffee pot. Going through the motions on autopilot, she made her two cups and slumped onto one of the bar stools to wait.
As she did, she opened her laptop to check her email, smiling at a message from [email protected]. She couldn’t get over his buddies calling him Mick. With his Irish heritage, it could be considered a slur, though he didn’t seem to mind. In their group, everyone had a handle. Tony Rossi their Captain was Cap for obvious reasons. Rick Spencer was called Beast for some scary incident in his past, as well as Chief because he was their Chief Warrant Officer. Then there was Dex whose abbreviated name was cool enough that he didn’t need another one, Lil T who was far from little, and Jonas, who had more names than she could recount, C4, tech, pretty boy and Romeo coming to mind right off.
She clicked on Sean’s email. The short but sweet message contained reminders of how much he loved her, missed her and couldn’t wait to hold her again. Misty eyed, she saw that there was also an attachment. She opened it and while she waited for it to download, got up and poured herself a cup of black coffee. Too eager to wait, she sipped it on her way back, burning her tongue. As such, she didn’t see the screen until she sat down. When she did, tears prickled behind her eyelids. On screen was a pic of Sean in his camo ACU’s surrounded by his teammates, all sporting ear-to-ear grins. They each held a handwritten sign. There was Medic Mopey, Sergeant Sourpuss and Green Grump, underneath each one was an arrow pointing to Sean. One proclaimed P.W. Beret, the small letters underneath spelling out “pathetically whipped�
�, not pussy whipped, as she would have guessed. Another said Liberate the Depressed, which was a play on the Special Forces motto of Liberate the Oppressed. Sean’s sign read simply, “I miss you, baby.”
With shaky fingers, she zoomed in on his face. Though it turned a bit grainy, she didn’t stop until his image filled the screen. Her heart ached for him, to feel his strong arms around her, to taste his soft kisses as well as his greedy hungry ones. It had been four long, lonely months already. How would she endure eight more?
“Not by sitting here feeling sorry for yourself, that’s for sure,” she stated aloud. She took another sip of coffee, clicked a few times with her mouse to save the pic as her wallpaper, then kissed two of her fingertips and transferred it to the screen and his handsome face. With a sigh, she closed her computer and went to get ready for work. As she passed by the living room window, she noticed it remained dark at half past the ass crack of dawn by her thinking.
“Day shift sucks,” she grumbled as she climbed the stairs.
When an opening came up on the 6 am to 6 pm shift, she’d made the switch for Sean’s peace of mind. Despite it being dark when she went to work, hundreds of other employees were headed in at the same time. She shook her head as she climbed into the shower.
“The things I do for my man.”
* * * * *
“You’re not allergic to cats are you, Lucky?”
“No,” he replied with a grin. Mara was a little all over the place today. Jumping from one topic to the next and talking a mile a minute. He let her, knowing she did so when they hadn’t had a chance to talk in a while. Two weeks was too long, but it couldn’t be helped. Field missions rarely had computer or phone access to the states.
“Why do you want to know about a cat?”
“I was thinking about getting one. I can pretend I’m talking to the cat, when I’m not, so I won’t sound or feel so crazy.”
“Get a cat. It will be good company and can curl up with you when I can’t.”
“I’d rather it was you. I miss you so much. Maybe I’ll name it after you.”
“Sean? For a cat?”
“No, babe. I’d call him Lucky.”
He chuckled. “I’ll be home for two weeks at Christmas, baby. Can you hold it together until then? If you’re good, we can play Santa and his naughty elf when I get home.” His teasing earned him a small smile. “I’m counting the days, Mara.”
“I’m sorry to be such a downer, Sean. Don’t pay me any mind. You don’t need the added stress.”
“Hey, nightingale, how do you think I got the nickname of Sergeant Sourpuss?”
“We’re both green grumps, I suppose.”
“Do you want to play a little? It always cheers you up and helps you sleep.
“Does it cheer you up, too?”
“Damn straight. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you naked on the small screen for two interminable weeks.”
“Then I’m game.”
“Why don’t you start by putting the laptop on the bed and giving me a nice tight angle of that smoking body while you strip.”
“Want me to model my new undies first?”
“Baby, do ya gotta ask?”
She grinned then the picture went askew, taking shots of the bed, the wall and the ceiling in rapid succession, enough to make him dizzy before she finally got it situated.
Taking a step back, she turned from side to side, showing off her hot pink babydoll nightie. The plunging neckline bared the inner curves of her breasts while the stretchy lace cups molded to them like a second skin. A band of lace high at the waist gathered the satin skirt that fell in soft folds to only the tops of her thighs.
She was gorgeous.
He swallowed, his throat gone dry while his dick filled and pressed against his zipper. He was only able to muster one word.
“Panties?”
She turned, arched her back and pointed her derriere toward the camera as she slowly raised her skirt. The skimpy G-string hugged her ass and exposed the lowermost part of each rounded cheek. Shifting in his seat, he tried to ease the constriction in his cargo pants, which simply wasn’t helping. Without taking his eyes off her, his hands went for his zipper, nearly tearing it open.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s pink and you’re wearing it, baby. I love it. Take it off.”
She giggled, then whisked the thin material over her head in one quick motion. Her thumbs went immediately to her waistband ready to pull her panties down.
“Wait. Peel them down slowly.”
With her back to the monitor, she watched him over her shoulder as she slid down the lace, little by little exposing every exquisite scintilla of her glorious ass. Both hands dove into his open fly and freed himself from his boxers. When the lace reached her upper thighs, he bit out an order, his voice edgy with need. “Stop and bend over. All the way until you touch your toes.”
As she bent and shifted her weight, the cleft of her ass parted ever so slightly. His cock pulsed in his hand at the sight of her perfect ass framed by hot pink lace.
“Spread your legs, beautiful. Let me see all of you.”
She did, separating her legs as much as her panties would allow. It still wasn’t enough, the pretty pink of her ass and clit in shadow.
“Loose the panties, Mara.” He paused, pleased when she quickly obeyed his orders without hesitation. When she kicked the lace free, he gave her more instructions. “Reach back and pull those cheeks apart so I can see how wet you are for me.”
“I’m soaked, Master. So were my panties.”
The way she said it, her tone low and slightly throaty, made his already stiff cock jerk in his hands. He stroked himself, exerting the utmost control to keep from shooting off like Old Faithful.
Unblinking, his avid attention zoned in on her fingers grasping the creamy, supple skin that topped her thighs. Pulling outward, glimmering pink skin greeted him. He didn’t know if this was helpful in assuaging his need or if it was purely self-imposed torture. He wanted to touch her, to glide his fingertips over her slickness, for his tongue to lick over her clit, then delve into her pussy and taste her. He dreamed of sinking in deep, his cock harder than the anodized alloy of the weapon he always carried on his hip. He craved her, wanting to plow into her and ride her until they were both screaming the other’s name.
Stroking fast along the length of his cock, he squeezed imaging his hand was the wet, welcoming channel glistening before him.
“Touch yourself, Mara. Rub and circle your clit as I would, baby.”
One hand left her ass and reappeared a second later, her fingers peeking between her thighs from the front. Her peach tipped nails immediately found the bud at the top of her slit and began flicking and circling it fast. He heard her faint moan.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, and it feels naughty this way, bent over with my legs spread and my ass aimed at the camera.”
“No baby, you’re being a good girl. I love watching you play with your beautiful pussy. I want to taste you, Mara.” His mouth was watering at the thought of her warm, sweet honey. “Put your fingers in your mouth and describe for me in detail how you taste.”
She paused, glancing back with a startled expression.
“Hesitation will earn you a spanking.”
Her lashes fluttered once before her wet fingers found her mouth.
“Glide that wetness along your lower lip.”
Shimmering fingertips slicked along her bottom lip, leaving it shiny with her juices.
“So damn hot, baby. Now, lick it off for me.”
Her pink tongue came out and slowly slid from one glossy side to the other.
“Now taste yourself.”
One finger disappeared between her puckered lips. He could see her cheeks hollow out as she sucked. Envious of her finger, he’d have given his left nut for it to be his cock in her mouth instead. She pulled it out with a pop. Without being told, she inserted the other wet finger n
ext.
“How do you taste?”
“Tangy, not quite sweet, but not salty like you, either.”
“Fuck.” His curse came under his breath as he squeezed the base of his cock to keep from blowing too soon. “To me, you taste like spun sugar.”
“This is killing me, Lucky. Can we get down to business?”
“Not yet, I’m enjoying the show. Do you want to use the vibe or stick with your fingers?”
“The vibe will be faster.”
“It’s not a race, baby.”
She groaned as her fingers returned to her clit.
“Get it, then turn on the bedside light and lay back on the pillows. I don’t want to miss a second of the finale.”
Quick as a flash, she pulled the six-inch metal vibe from the bedside drawer, flipped on the light, before draping herself across the stack of pillows on the bed. She angled the screen toward her thighs and moved closer. When his 27-inch monitor was full of his girl’s gorgeous pussy, he almost came on the spot. Even with him a half a world away she did as he asked, his Mara, obeying his commands unquestioningly and so eager to please him.
“I want to see you come apart for me, Mara.”
Breathless, she replied, “Will you come with me, Master?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m almost there. Turn that bad boy on high and get busy. I’ll be right behind you.”
As she applied the vibe directly to her clit, the buzz mixed with her long, drawn out sigh coming through the speakers loud and clear. She circled the tip around the pink nub, gliding it over and back, before ringing it once again slowly.
“Dip it inside, Mara. I want to see you fuck yourself. While you do, keep rubbing your clit with your fingers.”
Her gasp was audible, always turned on by his graphic words. Immediately, she followed his instructions to the letter. When she had the metallic blue vibe buried and her fingertips flew furiously over her clit, she begged for release. “I can’t hold off much longer, Master. Please, may I come?”
“Yes, my good girl, come for me and scream my name while you do.”
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