“Ohhh...just...please...please...” she moaned.
Slamming his hips against her, he hissed in her ear, “Please, what, little one?”
“Please, Sir...?” she begged. “Please...just...fuck me...”
Maxine's words were Drew's undoing. He wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to the first flat surface within range—the dining room table. As he eased her down, his arm swiped the huge vase that was the centerpiece, spilling water from the floral display all over the meticulously polished mahogany. Nanny Fi would yell at him later for his own misbehavior in creating such a mess.
Maxine thrashed about in the little puddle as he pulled off her shoes and lifted the skirt of her dress to tug away her panties before kissing his way up from her ankle and over her calf. The tip of his tongue took over at her inner-thigh, lapping his way between her legs.
Again, her fingers found his hair and she gasped as his mouth claimed her, teasing and tickling—his teeth nipping and biting her lower lips. Closing her legs around his neck, she marveled at the sensation once again, losing herself in the feel of his slick tongue, seeking and searching her most intimate spot.
“Drew...ohhh...!” she cried. “I have to...”
“Dammit, Maxine...patience...”
Maxine kicked her feet against his back and flailed her arms against the table, splashing the spilled water from the vase. While she struggled to fight her own climax, Drew continued to urge her further, dragging his fingers against her swollen nub as she muttered senselessly, her voice resonating in with dark, animalistic undertones.
“Please, Sir?”
“You may not come without permission.”
Dammit, Mack, this is torture, she thought, entwining her legs around his. Go away, Orgasm, be gone! Think ugly thoughts, Maxine. Car accidents. Oil spills. Tsunamis. Plague. Kittens in shelters.
However, before she had the chance to succumb to a devastating earthquake of pleasure, Drew's mouth found hers again, his whispers taunting as he continued to tease her with his lips and his tongue.
Fighting with the zipper on his jeans, he mumbled against her mouth, “I need you, and I'm having you right here...right now...”
Placing her feet flat on the table and scooting her hips forward, nearly to the edge, he positioned her, readying her for the next round. Never in his life had he been so thankful for the invention of birth control pills as he was at that moment. He couldn’t imagine putting a condom on in his haste.
“Five days...and four hours, Maxine...” he reminded her. “I can't go without you that long ever again...”
While she tried to reach out to him, he pinned her hands with his own at her sides. The second he plunged inside her, Maxine wailed, screaming his name. She was already so close to tipping the scales of desire that she couldn't imagine holding back at that moment.
“Come...” he ordered. “And just keep coming, Maxine...”
“Coming...for you Sir...” she groaned, “...just...for you...”
“Yes, little one...just for me...only for me...”
“Ohhh...harder...please, Sir...”
Deepening his thrusts, he watched her writhe against the table, roll her eyes backward in delight.
“Can't stop...coming...Sir...”
“That's it...that's my girl,” he encouraged. “My good, good girl...”
With those words, she struggled against him, but his hold on her hands locked her into place as he sought his own fulfillment. Maxine just couldn't get enough of him—couldn't seem to get close enough. Every trembling inch of her body ached with a painful hunger for this man. If she could have touched his soul at that moment, she still wouldn't have been satisfied.
“More...” was all Maxine could manage. “More, please...Sir...”
Her begging unraveled the last scrap of control Drew could muster, and with his release, he lost himself in a savage instinct to possess her completely. She wanted him—all of him—and he recklessly offered her everything he had to give, heightening the intensity of her impassioned pleasures with his final thrust.
“Again...” she gasped, still wiggling her hips as he stilled on top of her, now covering her body with his own.
“No, little one,” he whispered, kissing her open lips, still puckered from his bruising kisses at the door. “I took you so very hard—you need to rest...need a little break...”
“No more...?” she whimpered, making no effort to release herself from the trance into which Drew had snared her yet again.
His lips pressed against her ear, passing over the line of her jaw and then dipped down to her neck, calming while she continued to tremble against him, “Later, my sweet Maxine...”
“Bad Maxine...” she squeaked.
“Oh, little one, you need to settle down...” Taking her lobe between his teeth for a delicate bite, he groaned.
“Still dressed...” Maxine stretched out her legs and slipped her pointed toes into the waist of his jeans that hung around his knees.
“So are you...” he reminded her. “And you're all wet, too...”
“You knocked it over,” Maxine giggled, turning her head to mind the mess of flowers and overturned vase beside her. The fresh scent of roses tickled her nose, nearly prompting a sneeze.
“Excuse me, Maxine?” he admonished, but his eyes were so very playful. “Are we getting sassy again with Kind Sir?”
“Sassy Maxine gets punished...” she giggled.
“Sassy Maxine likes to Top from the bottom, too...” Drew reached out for a lily, broke off the stem and wove it into her hair. “Is that what you want for your birthday? A punishment?”
“Twenty-two cracks, please…”
If only she realized how fucking cute she was…and how she stirred his desires with her naïve fervor to claim and conquer him as no woman ever had before—or quite possibly would again.
Gently, he eased his hands behind her shoulders and helped her to sit. “Think we can make it upstairs, little one?” he asked but didn’t wait for her answer.
However, before they could move their little party elsewhere, the muffled sound of “Sweet Home Alabama” resonated from Maxine’s bag in the foyer.
“Uh-oh...” Maxine looked up at Drew with panicked eyes. “It's Papa Kirk! Get my phone! I mean…please, Sir!”
Her father usually wasn't one to just pick up the phone for idle chit-chat, although lately he’d been inclined to give Maxine a call under another premise only to progress into a conversation about their everyday lives.
In truth, Tom had grown exceedingly concerned for Maxine ever since that photo from Maggie’s party went viral. His anonymous baby girl unwittingly gained notoriety, literally overnight. It frightened him terribly that he wasn’t right there to protect her himself. While he did trust Ben, he still knew little about this Drew. Giving up control over the well-being of his daughter just left him a flummoxed.
“Daddy, you better not cancel on me,” Maxine said the second she answered the call. How she hoped that her “just fucked” voice wasn’t lingering.
Every single plan had been set in stone—from his pick-up at LaGuardia the following evening to his departure on Monday night. With Columbus Day on Monday, Maxine was lucky enough to have the day off to spend with him. Drew had even managed somehow to finagle rink-side seats to the Pittsburgh Penguins versus the New York Rangers game at Madison Square Garden, which left Maxine to wonder whose birthday they were celebrating that weekend! If he backed out now, it wouldn’t be a happy birthday for her at all.
“Oh, Princess,” his familiar voice carried over the line. “I’m still coming! I just wanted to confirm with you and that big shot Broadway star you’re dating…”
“You’re on speaker, Daddy,” she reminded him.
“Hi, Mr. Kirk…” Drew leaned in toward her phone. “And don’t worry—we’ll be right there at baggage claim at seven-thirty tomorrow evening.”
“Drew, it’s a weekend trip—you think I’m bringing mounds of lugg
age?” Tom laughed. “I’ll have one bag.”
“Well, then, we’ll meet you at Ground Transportation!” Drew accommodated, squirming in his otherwise rigid stance. Yes, he needed to put his Dominant hat on that evening before he lost all control with the arrival of Maxine’s father. But he had to zip up his fucking jeans first. “You have Maxine’s cell in case of any—”
“I should have both of your cell numbers, just in case you two get separated or something,” Tom insisted.
Oh, this man was one tough cookie, and he did intend to give Drew a run for his money. “And I shall text you the second we get off this phone this evening.”
“So are you all ready for your trip, Dad?” Maxine asked.
“Is New York ready for me, Maxine, should be the question,” Tom corrected her.
“Sure is, Mr. Kirk!” Drew said.
“And Ben’s giving you his room for the weekend. It’s nice and quiet and…”
“Honey, I’m sure it’s all just wonderful,” Tom assured her. “And I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait to see you, Dad,” Maxine whispered. If he could only feel her heartache to know how much she missed him. “Now, call me tomorrow and let me know if you have any delays or problems. I love you and have a safe trip.”
“I love you, too, Princess…” he said. “I’ll see you both at the airport.”
“Okay,” Drew said the second she ended the call. He whipped his phone from his pocket and powered on. “Shoot me his number.”
“Oh, Drew!” Maxine said, exasperated by his all-consuming fear. “You need to calm down. He’s only teasing you to see how far he can push you. Certainly, you’ve mastered that game with Adam…”
Pecking at his phone, he said, “Adam is not your father.”
“Now what are you doing?”
“I am texting your father so that he’s aware that his cell phone number has been entered into my contacts.”
“You are so…thorough…”
“And don’t you forget it!” he said, flicking off his phone and shoving it into his back pocket. “Now, where the hell were we?”
Lifting her, he swung her legs over his left arm, supporting her with the right, and headed for the stairs. After settling her to stand in front of him right in front of his closed bedroom door, he took a slight step back. Hands massaging, he kneaded her shoulders, arms and back, coaxing her to relax further.
“Are you sore, little one?”
“Not sore,” Maxine said, “but it's almost as if I can still feel you inside me...”
“Not a bad thing,” he smiled and kissed her lips sweetly, gently flicking the tip of his tongue inside her mouth.
“Now I want you to close your eyes,” he instructed as his fingers passed tenderly over her lids. “I have a little early birthday gift for you…”
“A surprise…?” she asked.
“Patience…” Drew took her hand, and Maxine smiled as she stepped cautiously beside him, allowing him to be her guide.
The silk carpet almost seemed to tickle her bare feet, and the mere touch of his fingers sent tingles shooting through her arm. There was simply no point in denying the fact her arousal still lingered, even after sharing that thunderous orgasm together on the dining room table. Anticipation alone sent her hormones into a tailspin.
Once they stopped, Drew murmured in her ear, “I’m going to undress you, but I want you to keep your eyes closed. Understand, Maxine?”
“Yes, Sir...”
Dragging the zipper of her dress so unhurriedly along the track, he continued to speak, to fill her in on their agenda for the evening. “I'm not going to punish you tonight, Maxine,” his voice soothed as his fingers brushed at the sleeves of her dress, slipping them down her arms. “As I said, I'm going to reward you since it’s your birthday. We’re going to focus on your wants…your needs…things you might have asked for over the last few weeks.”
How she longed to lean against him but remained as still as she possibly could. His voice alone could so easily bring her to her knees. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
“It's not always all about punishment, little one,” his lips followed the path of his fingers, kissing and caressing her bare skin. “But that's not saying that it won't hurt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir...” She shivered as the mere flick of his fingers slithered her dress away to a heap of linen at her feet. “Pleasure...and pain...”
“Good girl...”
His fingers snapped open the clasp of her bra, then dragged the straps over each arm with the pull of his teeth. Gingerly, his hands eased over her hips and down her thighs, and then stopped for a moment to tease over her ass. Maxine fought with herself to keep her eyes closed. She wanted to watch his every move.
“Open your eyes. And pick up your clothes, Maxine,” his steady voice ordered. “You know I hate a messy playspace.”
“Yes, Sir...” As she bent over to retrieve her outfit, Drew minded her from behind, intensifying Maxine's need as she felt his eyes upon her. Carefully, she folded, then turned to face him.
“Such a good girl this evening, little one, giving yourself so freely to me,” he said and took her clothes from her hands. “Now, walk over there, and you'll find your birthday gift...”
Slowly, she made her way, following Drew's direction while he hovered so very carefully behind. The sweet roll of her laughter echoed in the quiet room as she bent down and ran her fingers over the finely polished mahogany wood chest that bore the initials M. E. K. carved into the lid.
As she turned to grin at him, her hair fluttered about her back and shoulders. “A toy box...” Maxine squealed like a child on Christmas morning. “Thank you, Sir—I love it!”
“I never make a promise that I don't keep,” he said. “Now, open it up...”
As Maxine lifted the lid, her smile grew bigger, her giggles resounding a little louder. “Toys!”
“They're not all for tonight, little one. You're not quite ready for all of them yet.” Unable to resist the urge to see her reactions up close, Drew got down on his knees beside her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Now, first, tell me the rule about your toys.”
“I can't play with them without permission, Sir...”
“Well, you're quite the impressive little novice this evening, aren't you?” he complimented. “Very proud that you’ve remembered at least some of your training so far…”
Leaning forward to where her breasts dangled just over the rim of the box, her eyes glazed over the display of taboo toys before her. Some things Maxine recognized from her perusal of the worldwide pornographic web. There were various playthings that vibrated—ranging in size and girth—steel cuffs, leather cuffs, an assortment of clamps in various styles and...a remote controlled egg?
She piled the various boxes and packages beside her, making sure she took note to pick them up once she finished her perusal. Just as she'd reached the bottom, she thought she was finished, but Drew whispered in her ear, “There's one more...”
Maxine felt the tickle of the soft velvety box, embossed with the logo Jacob & Co., and turned to face him as she held it in her hands. She recognized the packaging from her earrings immediately.
“Go ahead...” Drew nodded. “You may open it...”
A tiny gasp caught in her throat when she lifted the lid. One single strand of delicate pearls dripped with diamond and emerald teardrops. Her fingers trembled as she dared to stroke them over the precious stones. This choker provided the perfect complement to her earrings. Once again, she felt as if she were inhabiting someone else’s body—living another woman’s life.
“Drew...Sir...this...”
Carefully, he lifted the elegant piece from the box, unclasped it, and held it up to her neck. “Do you understand what this is, Maxine?”
“I...” She blinked, wondering why she felt like crying all of a sudden. “I...I think so...Sir....”
“I want to collar you, little one,” he whispe
red. “Do you know what I'm asking of you? Do you know how important this is?”
Of course, she'd read up on collaring, but never imagined she'd be wearing one around her own neck. She knew this was a very serious proposition—one that stretched the emotional limits far beyond mere role play.
“Now, Maxine, I want you to understand that a collar confirms both ownership and commitment,” Drew began. “It’s a serious decision on both sides here. You’re not just agreeing to participate in a lifestyle. Essentially, you’d be entering into an exclusive relationship with me, both romantic and sexual…often kinky. One that I would expect us both to take seriously—to put above and beyond everything but our families.”
“I understand, Sir…”
“This isn’t just symbolic of your submission either,” he said. “This collar represents our devotion to each other. With this, I promise to support you and guide you—well outside the realm of what we do in private.”
“You already do, Sir,” she whispered. “And I am so grateful…and I hope to give that to you in return…”
“That’s what I’m asking you with this collar, Maxine. I want to solidify our relationship—beyond sex. I’ve come to care very much about you in the last few weeks, and I’d like for us to make things official. I’m dedicated to sharing our lives together, and I think you are, too. And I just want to reiterate our commitment to each other by collaring you…if you’ll accept my invitation…”
With this gift, Drew made his intentions very clear. Her response could elevate their relationship to a whole new level. Saying yes meant she was his—and his alone.
“Do you think you're ready for this?” he asked. “For this level of commitment?”
Maxine looked at the choker, then into his stormy, uncertain eyes. With the significance of this moment weighing heavily upon her conscience, she questioned herself and her own motives, circling back every time to the same conclusions.
Maxine wanted—needed—Drew in ways that she knew she didn't yet fully comprehend. He'd enticed her with his prowess but forced her ever so gently to stay with his kindness, his affection...his concern for all matters in her little life.
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