“You can take the guest room tonight, if you’d like, Lou,” Drew suggested. Always worried about everyone, he didn’t want Lou to feel like he had to drive all the way back to Brooklyn.
“Thanks, Mack, but I need to get home,” Lou insisted. “I might make a cup of coffee when I get to your place, though.”
“We’ll be downstairs, but feel free to take over the kitchen.”
“Dungeon time?” Maxine whispered in his ear.
“Last one before we make this legal.”
“Lead me away, Kind Sir…”
“Maxine?” he whispered. “You’re already halfway there.”
In truth, her father and Vicki were set to arrive on Air Adam early the following afternoon, but Maxine had no idea how she would possibly keep her eyes open throughout the day. She couldn’t exactly tell her own dad that she’d been fucking her fiancé all night, so pardon her while she napped.
Awkwardly, they parted with Lou in the lobby, all the while catching the stare of that damn desk attendant. Maxine wasn’t keen on the fact that he knew they owned two separate apartments in the building, but she avoided his eyes at all costs. The last thing she needed was to have him snooping around into their private affairs.
Internally, she fretted until they’d reached their destination, but Drew always had a way of relieving her from ugly thoughts.
“Mmmm...” Maxine snuggled closer after he’d locked the Dungeon door.
Drew transcended once again into Dom mode, leaving her with the anticipation of their play. “Strip for me, little one...fast.”
His words prompted that familiar tizzy in her belly. “Yes, Kind Sir...”
At his command, Maxine couldn't get her clothes off quick enough. Whipping her dress over her head while she kicked her shoes off, Maxine raced against Drew's ticking clock, mindful that she still had to pick up and put her clothes away.
A quick snap popped open her bra, and as she wiggled her shoulders, the fine silk shimmied down her arms. Next, her wet lace panties fell into the pile.
Returning to Drew, she bowed her head and waited for his next order.
“Good girl,” he said with a pat on her head. “I'm so very proud of you, Maxine...”
Humility quavered in her voice. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Now, come with me.” He reached for her hand and took note that she didn't raise her head for a second. “Back to the bondage bed.”
Following behind him, Maxine crossed the room slowly. Thoughts jumping, she wondered if he’d cage her again that night. They didn't have much time to play. However, she had to concentrate—needed to maintain her focus—and delight in his domination.
Tapping the leather cushion, Drew said, “Up, Maxine,” and he lifted her to safety. “Kneel for me, head bowed...ass up...”
How Maxine adored the notion that Drew had the perfect view of the evidence of her arousal as she splayed her legs into position.
“You've done so very well with your anal training, and we've finally worked our way up to the largest plug,” he said. “I think you'll be perfectly prepared to lose your virginity...again...to me...”
“Please fill all of my holes, Kind Sir...”
“Soon, Maxine…” His fingers working inside her, pressing and spreading, Drew smiled as she moaned in ecstasy. “While you're restrained on the cross...”
Nothing thrilled him more than Maxine's immediate response. “Yes, please, Sir...”
“Oh, yes, my precious little one,” he said, pressing her thighs to open her wider. “Now, hold on for me. I need to get you ready here...”
Drew watched as her fingers sunk into the brown leather of the mattress, her nails biting into the surface, and very slowly, he pressed the plug against her. She'd grown accustomed to the sensation—embraced the pleasure that she knew was forthcoming—and just as gently as he pushed forward, Maxine eased back until that rubbery rod had filled her completely.
“Very good girl...and you shall have your graduation gift here soon,” he said, kissing her there again, eliciting a long and rumbling moan from Maxine. “See how sweet things can be when Naughty Sassy Maxine's not around?”
“She's a bad girl, Sir...”
“You're tellin me...?” Massaging his hands into her bare cheeks, he waited for just a few moments, allowing Maxine the time she needed to adjust. “Now, I promise you that you may come as soon as I have you restrained, Okay? But I want you to remain in as much control as you possibly can while I work with you here. Understand?”
“Thank you,” she said, “and yes, Kind Sir...”
Drew helped her off the table, making certain that she planted both feet on the floor before he made any further moves. Seeing Maxine bent over the bondage bed with the rim of the plug circling over her tight little hole made him want nothing more than to just crack her on the ass.
“I need you to stand up straight now, little one,” he said. “Slowly. And if you're in any distress, Red is the word...”
Excitement left her woozy yet again. However, she knew Drew was right behind her, ready to brace her if she stumbled.
“I'm going to tell you this now, Maxine,” he began. “Even if I'm inside you, if you feel any discomfort—even the slightest bit of unease—I need to know. And we'll stop...”
“Yes, Sir...redyellowgreen...”
“Not all at the same time, little one,” he said. “Now, I'm going to restrain you—first with wide leather cuffs, then the handcuffs to hold you in place on the cross. Okay?”
He didn't want to mar her beautiful skin so close to their nuptials, but even more, he certainly didn't want to ignite any suspicion the following afternoon in Tom. If that man knew what Drew did to his daughter, Tom would string him up by his balls right in the middle of Times Square.
“Definitely, Sir...”
The soft velvet-lined cuffs against Maxine's wrists actually tickled a bit. In every last tantalizing manner, he loved to overstimulate every one of her senses. Pressing against her shoulders, he allowed her to relax against the cross and waited just a moment before he continued on. As he bent down to shackle her ankles, her anticipation heightened. She was ready for anything and everything he chose to bestow upon her that evening.
“I love you, little one,” he murmured against her hair, running his lips through her auburn locks.
Drew always took the time to display his emotion before he roughened up their play, reminding her in the calm before every storm that she was the most precious part of his life.
“Love you, too, Kind Sir.”
Taking her hands, he backed up ever so cautiously, aware of that plug up her ass. Once in place, Maxine instinctively raised her arms against the frame of the cross behind her, which titled to the perfect degree to allow Drew access.
“Beautiful…” he sighed.
With a quick thrust of his hips against her, he pinned her, then fastened the first set of handcuffs through the steel ring of the leather cuff. Again, he stepped back to take in the sight of her—wet, waiting and writhing.
“It's going to pull once your feet are in place, and you're going to be a little sore,” he warned, “but this is all just a little morsel for tonight.”
One cuffed ankle wasn't so bad, but once Drew immobilized both feet, she could still feel the tug in her shoulders and upper arms. Yet again, Maxine indulged in the ache of captivity.
“How are you feeling?”
“Pale yellow...Sir...”
“Do you want me to release you?” he asked.
“No, Sir...please...come...Sir...please...” She watched as he hurriedly unzipped the fly of his tight trousers, pulling them down just enough before he lunged at her and took her breast into his ravenous mouth.
“Now,” he decreed as he closed his teeth around her nipple.
Wanton hedonism claimed her in all the right spots. As she struggled between Drew and the cross, her almighty orgasm took hold. Limbs pulling, she endeavored to thrash—to flail—to no end and suffered not so s
ilently in her efforts.
And suddenly he was inside her, filling her completely—his cock riding her, driving those quivers of pleasure from front to back between her slippery fleshy walls.
Squeezing the thickness of him so tightly between her legs, Maxine wailed, wanting nothing more than to be able to pull him closer.
“Fuck...harder...oh...please, Sir...”
“Harder?”
Before she could nod, he hurtled himself against her once more, pinning her closer to the cross as she arched her back to rub her tender nipples against his cotton shirt. At his complete mercy while he drummed against her so furiously, Maxine could feel the slightest of pain pulling at her arms and wrapping her ankles. Her body, though, continued to tremor uncontrollably with the white hot electric shocks of her bliss—from her clit to her nipples to her ass.
His lips were brutal as he claimed hers in his own orgasm, nearly smothering them both in his fiery assault as he lost himself in the throes of their collective gratification. Again and again, he thrilled her with every thrust, giving her so generously that primal ecstasy that she craved.
“You never fail to please me, little one...” he murmured, burying his head against her neck. “You're alright?”
“Yeah...” she breathed.
“Let me get you down from here...”
“Ohhh...stay...” she pleaded as he eased himself away.
“Too much, little one,” he reminded her yet again, his hand pulling up his pants so that he could find the key to the cuffs in his pocket. He then zipped up and knelt down to release her feet, rubbing her ankles as he placed them on the silk rug. “It's all about moderation...”
“So good, Kind Sir,” Maxine mumbled. “Need you more...”
Unable to resist the urge, he leaned in between her legs to swipe her clit with his lips and continued kissing her upward, flicking her belly button with his tongue as he moved to stand. “You drive me insane...fucking insane, Maxine!”
Once he'd freed her hands, he pulled her close just to hold her against him for a moment. “Hurting?”
“Not so much,” she said.
As he smoothed his hands over her, he asked, “And your ass, my good girl?”
“Wish it was you back there,” she said as he nudged her toward the four poster bed. Legs like jelly, she wavered on her feet, shifting against the tightness of the plug. “Uh-oh…”
His arms caught her at the waist and held her still. “It’s alright—you’re about to come again, aren’t you?”
Struggling now, with her words and poise, she twisted against him. “My ass, Sir…”
“So much for Patience and Fortitude, Naughty Sassy Maxine...” he whispered in her ear. “Come again—make it quick.”
“Quick…oh, come…Sir…coming…”
As she wiggled about in her second round of pleasure, she called out his name, crying out for more as she sunk further into subspace. Squeezing tight, she could feel the pull of orgasm again, clenching her in its grip. The shivers of satisfaction swept her into a whirlpool of lust and longing.
All the while, Drew held her as close to himself as he could, laughing silently. Oh, his dear Maxine had no idea about the bombshell he was about to drop.
“You’re finished, Maxine…”
“Cannot…with…coming…I…”
“That wasn’t a question, Maxine—it was an order.” He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and gave it a quick bite. “I’ve taught you how to come on command,” he murmured, “and next I’m going to have to teach you how to stop.”
“But the plug up my butt…and…playing…and…wedding…and…”
Drew allowed her to babble as he hustled her toward the bed. Once he'd settled her, he climbed in beside her. “What the fuck am I ever going to do with you, Maxine?”
A sigh of exhausted delirium heaved her chest. “Marry me?”
“I intend to. Perhaps next Saturday...” He rubbed his hands over her ass once more before he gently tugged at the anal plug, releasing. “Think you’re ready to lose your virginity on our wedding night?”
“Can't wait!”
“Of course, you can't...”
He left her for a moment to gather supplies, while Maxine stretched and rolled about the big bed, begging, “Come back, Sir…now!”
“Let's not forget my Naughty Sassy Maxine app...” he said in his return to her. First, he gathered up her thick hair and knotted it just above her neckline, then checked her wrists and ankles for marks. The evidence of their play was minimal and would likely fade by Tom and Vicki's arrival.
“I can't wait to fuck you in Paris...” he said, his fingers massaging down her spine.
“Fuck me in Paris...fuck me in New York...fuck me in Pittsburgh...” Maxine teased. “Mack, there's not a city in the world in which we could keep our hands off each other.”
“Touché,” he retorted and tapped her not so gently on the ass. “So...think tonight will last you until Saturday, little one?”
Whipping her head around, Maxine stretched to look at him. His revelation was clearly enough to reel her back to reality. “What?”
His hands stopped to rest upon her back. His smile evoked challenge. “I'm not fucking you again until our wedding night...”
“You're insane...and you're kidding...” Maxine said. “Right?”
So very matter of factly, he shook his head. “No.”
“You expect me to believe that Drew McKenzie, who awakens every single morning of his life with a raging erection...” she challenged “...is going to survive the next seven days without sex?”
“Patience and fortitude, Penelope,” he teased.
“I’ll give you a day, Mack,” she said. “But when you wake up...and we’re all alone in that little cottage down the hill from Maison McKenzie...”
“Oh, silly me!” He playfully smacked himself in the head. “Totally forgot to tell you. I’ll be staying there with Adam until Saturday. You’ll be taking up residence with the parents in the main house...”
Forgetting any aches and pains she might have had from her struggles against the cross, Maxine bolted upright and climbed into his lap, then caught his face in her hands. “Seriously?”
“I thought we’d bring a few days of traditionalism into our courtship before we tie the old proverbial knot,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “And think about just how much you’ll desperately want me by the time the party wraps up early Sunday morning...”
“You are such a...Wicked...Evil...Mean...Sir....”
Catching her wrists again, he held her still. “And you love every single second of it,” he returned. “Now, back on your tummy, Sassypants. I’m not nearly finished with your massage...”
Chapter Eight
“Daddy!”
And the entire world stopped with Maxine’s exclamation of that single word.
“Yay!” Maxine squealed as she ran toward the door, her bare feet almost slipping on the hardwood floors—the same floors that Drew had her scrub, while nude, on her hands and knees the previous weekend. “You're finally here!”
“Aw, Princess...” Tom said as Maxine leaped into his arms as she did so very often as a young girl. “I've missed ya!”
“I missed you, too, Pops!”
Maxine gave her father a squeeze before nearly toppling them both over, but Drew was close behind, holding her steady. Although it was nearly one in the afternoon, they’d barely been up for two hours—and she'd already gulped three cups of coffee. While Maxine’s energy soared, Drew’s worries escalated to panic mode. Heading to the emergency room was simply not an option.
“You both must be exhausted,” Drew said, hoping that Vicki and Tom would be in the mood for a nap.
“Nah,” Tom shrugged his shoulders. “Slept quite well on that private plane arranged by my favorite son-in-law here...”
“Almost...almost son-in-law, Tom,” Drew interjected. Superstition plagued the actor within his soul.
“Yeah, yeah—what's
a few days here?” Tom patted him on the back then offered him one of those very brief man-hugs. “How are you doing, buddy?”
“I'm marrying your daughter next Saturday, Tom. I couldn’t be happier,” Drew said, his smile confident. “And welcome back to New York. You’re our two favorite visitors.”
“Well, it’s fun to actually have someone to visit now when I’m in the city,” Vicki said.
“You’re always welcome here, Vick,” Maxine hugged her. “With or without this handsome gent on your arm.”
“Hey, now, Maxie!” Tom scolded playfully. “Doc and I are a package deal here…”
Maxine just giggled every time Tom used his little pet name for Vicki. She truly was a doctor—a specialist in treating Thomas Kirk’s broken heart.
All the while, though, Tom adored the mutual respect his daughter and girlfriend shared. Maxine welcomed Vicki so warmly into their lives, and she embraced her father’s budding relationship with an open mind. She truly wanted both her dad and Vicki to find happiness with each other. And she was delighted that her father was no longer alone.
Giving her ponytail a gentle pull, Drew said, “No more caffeine for you, Sassypants.”
“Sassypants,” Tom repeated under his breath and shook his head with a smile. “You two are nuts...”
“About each other,” Maxine said as Drew leaned in for a quick peck on the lips.
“Don’t I get a kiss, too, Drew?” Tom asked.
“Later, Tom...” Drew winked. “But right now, we have lunch to think about. Nanny Fi’s getting everything ready right now. And I think it’s nice enough to eat on the terrace…”
“You mean the outdoor apartment you have out there?” Tom asked.
“It’s the lanai, Daddy—like on Golden Girls.” Maxine teased then slung her arm through Vicki’s. “Come with me, Vick. I want to show you my dress while these two brutes go outside and play!”
“Hey, little one…” Drew called out as she bounced up the steps. “Watch that mouth!”
“Yeah, Sassypants,” her father added. “Who taught you manners?”
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