I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Not when my body was burning up from eagerness to be bound. He was my master and I was giving him full reign of my body.
My ankles were strapped to the side of the chest as he had done to my wrists. I lay there for his pleasure—wide open and exposed. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I moaned.
Peyton rubbed his hand through my hair, kissing my forehead. It was a sweet gesture, but when the blindfold covered my eyes, I knew Haas had emerged.
My heart rate picked up. Unable to see what he had planned enticed my arousal. I calmed my breath and listened closely for his touch, any movement, and the heaviness of his breath. Whimpers escaped me as Haas dripped wax over my breasts and stomach. As the warm wax continued to dribble, a sharp pain to my non-pierced nipple caused me to yelp.
“It’s a clamp, Lynn.” His tone sounded serious. The sharp pain subsided and it began to feed to my arousal.
His finger trailed to my core, stopping at my clit. I could hear his breath, feel his touch. A fingertip lowered between my lips, stroking my clit from side to side. I began to moan when Haas tightened the clamp over my nipple. I bit my lips to mask the screams. It wasn’t unbearably painful. It was the good type of pain. The pain I needed more of.
His footfalls were muffled against the carpet. After laying his treasures on my stomach, his finger dipped in my core, circling around before a cool object was placed where he’d removed his fingers. It was smaller.
“Anal beads. There’s no point using lube when you’re dripping with it.”
He shoved the beads all the way in and took another object from my stomach. When I heard the click of a button and the vibration come to life, I smiled. The double-motor clitoris vibrator sat on the tip on my clit, tapping against my piercing. My instant reaction was to close my legs from the force of my arousal, but I couldn’t; the restraints wouldn’t allow it. My body relaxed and let the build-up grow. Haas pulled the beads out of me and lowered them, pressing them against my back entrance.
“Relax, doll. You’ve taken me back here. These are nothing.”
My body relaxed at his command. I felt the first bead enter me, followed by the second, third—they each grew in size as he pushed them in. The vibrator was still centered on my clit as he pushed the fourth and fifth. My lower body contracted, ready to explode around him. He pulled the vibrator off and his hand trailed up my stomach again, tightening the clamp on my nipple.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Lynn.” He rubbed his hand over my face, his thumb resting on my lips. I began to suck on it.
Hass slapped his heavy cock on my clit. I wanted to see him, to touch him, but not knowing what was coming was exciting. With one quick motion, he shoved himself deep in me. I arched from the sudden change, jerking against my restraints.
His strong fingers laced around my neck as he began to move, long deep strokes at first before he began to add speed and fierceness. Tightening his grip around my neck, blocking my breathing, he began to truly fuck me. With carnal hunger, he pounded into me.
When the hum of the vibrator neared, my moans grew louder. When he placed it on my swollen–ready to explode—clit, my submissive act changed. I needed to come.
“Fuck me, Haas! Oh, fuck!” My arms were numb from tugging on the cuffs. I whimpered as he drove harder. His heavy sac slapped the anal beads with the same rhythm as his cock.
“I’m coming … oh … Haas.”
He pulled away and a slapper smacked down on my breast. I yelped with the sudden pain.
“I’ll let you come when you tell me who you belong to.” The slapper hit my swollen clit.
“Fuck! Yours, I’m yours. Only yours.” I felt another slap.
“I’m punishing you, Lynn. Five strikes for misbehaving, count them out for me.” The sound of his voice entered my ears and I moaned, waiting for the next strike.
The slapper hit my core and I screamed. “One!”
My right butt cheek. “Two!”
My thigh. “Three!”
My left side. “Four!”
I cried with need, waiting for the last strike. The slap of leather against my clit had me crying at the top of my lungs. “Five! Oh my god, five. Please let me come.”
Haas dick was shoved deep inside, pounding harder with each thrust. The pulsing vibrator was resting on my clit. My body cried out, tugging and pulling, aching for the release that was taking over my body.
“Come.” He ordered.
His hand tightened its grip on my neck one last time as I came. Restricting the air entering my lungs, he prolonged my orgasm, fucking me into unconsciousness. My clit ached while releasing my climax. My body felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. My ass pulsed around the beads and my vaginal walls hugged his cock. Euphoric with what he was doing to my body, he freed my throat, letting me scream out the remainder of my release.
When I was no longer shaking, Haas gripped my breast and pounded into me until he found his own release.
He removed the blindfold from my eyes and leaned to kiss my lips. A satisfied look appeared on his face as he pulled away. His eyes bright, he released my nipple from the clamp, massaging the perked nipple with his tongue.
He released my wrists and the belts around my thighs and ankles. When his hand began to remove the anal beads, my face burned with embarrassment. But when I tried to stop him he swatted my hand away.
Haas left and Peyton’s soft eyes had returned. When he lifted me off the chest and carried me back to his master shower so we could get cleaned off. As the hot water cascaded over us, I washed off the wax that covered my breasts. Peyton stood behind me, kissing my neck, washing my hair, massaging my neck, showing me that he could be what I wanted. My Dom in the playroom, taking my body to places it had never been, and Peyton—my savior, my soul mate.
The man who held my heart.
Once we were both showered and semi-dressed, I lay on my side of the wide bed. Lifting the covers from my body he crawled in, pulling me to his arms. His lips covered mine and I was lost in a moment of love. I loved him with every fiber in me. Every breath I took. He was the sun that pushed away the darkness. I rolled over on his chest to deepen the kiss as he pulled away. His thumb stroked my damp hair away from my face.
“I have a question for you,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. I sat back on his stomach. “Why does Gus call you baby girl?”
Of all the questions he could have for me, this is what he wanted to know? I fell back on the covers. “Do you really want to know?” I asked. My lips formed a pout and my eyebrows rose as if it was a big secret.
“Yes.” He rolled his whole body towards mine, resting his head on his raised hand.
I turned towards him, lifting my head to rest on my hand. “After my parents had Loren, they had a hard time getting pregnant again, hence the ten-year gap. When they finally got pregnant with me, my parents wanted to be surprised by not knowing my sex, but Loren would only refer to me as baby girl. She wanted a little sister more than anything. Once my parents brought me home from the hospital, Loren still wouldn’t call me by my given name. I guess it stuck.” I leaned over to press my lips to his again before I continued. “Gus has spent so much time around Loren that he’s taken up calling me baby girl too. That’s the big mystery.”
Peyton moved his body so it was covering mine again. His arms pinned my wrists over my head. “Can I call you ‘baby girl’?”
My mouth turned as if I had eaten something sour. “Loren does it because she is my big sister. Gus …well, he’s Gus. But when you say it, it sounds—”
Before I could finish the sentence, Peyton’s lips were tickling the soft skin behind my ear. My train of thought evaporated as I wrapped my legs around him, letting him have me again.
The following day I had a brunch date with Gus. It had been forever since he and I had caught up. Our dates at the gym typically consisted of him complaining about how I’d convinced him to sign up, then deciding what dessert we planned t
o eat afterward.
I rolled out of bed, groggy and stumbling towards the bathroom. Peyton had already showered and was in his office, working on a case. I showered and ate breakfast then tapped on his door, careful not to startle him.
“Morning, beautiful. I didn’t know you were up. It’s early.” He wrapped his arms around me, bringing me to his chest for an embrace.
“I have a brunch date with Gus,” I mumbled into his chest, inhaling his fresh scent.
“Is he meeting you here or is Thomas driving you?”
“Thomas is taking me.”
His hand slid down my face to cup my cheek. “Be safe, love. I’ll be done with work by the time you get back. We can step out for dinner.”
I bit my bottom lip and looked up; my heart filled with flutters looking at him. I lifted up on my toes, kissing his lips.
Thomas was waiting outside Peyton’s building with the car door opened wide for me. Even with a few detours due to the never-ending construction in Manhattan, we were pulling up to one of my favorite brunch spots within twenty minutes. Being Mr. Punctual, Gus was waiting for me inside. I yanked the heavy glass door open, lifting my sunglass over my head. My smile grew immensely as I walked towards him.
“Baby girl! Or should I be saying, Miss Page Six.” He rose from his seat and scooped me up in a hug.
“Gussy!” I wrapped my arms around his neck, his words registering in my head. “Wait, what do you mean, Page Six?”
“Girl…”He pouted his lips and rolled eyes. “You’re all over Page Six.” He slid the paper across the table.
My fingers worked at rapid speed, flipping through until I found the article Gus was referring to. Dry air filled my mouth as it hung opened from the shocked surprise of what I was reading.
Peyton Haas McAlister in Love?
At last night’s fashion night out, Peyton Haas McAlister— heir to the multi-billion dollar McAllister Enterprises— strutted his Dior custom-made suit down our velvet runway to support his sister Spencer McAlister. But for the first time all eyes were not on him, but on the blonde bombshell in his arms instead. The couple looked intimate and in love as they walked the red carpet holding hands. Though we have not confirmed the identity of the blonde beauty, a source says that the couple has been together for the past year.
My eyes darted to the small picture that had its own caption attached. It was a picture of Peyton and me … and Landon. Peyton stood by my side, but my eyes were locked on Landon, and I was grinning up at him.
But Does She Feel the Same?
Though the couple had been in each other’s arms all night, including sitting with the McAllister family during the show at the after-party, McAllister’s date was seen conversing with rookie Yankee’s player Landon Jenkins. The conversation was brief and interrupted when McAllister returned to his date’s side. According to a source, the couple left the venue shortly afterward, avoiding any other media.
I slapped the newspaper closed, shocked by what I had read. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“This is insane. One, I do feel the same way he feels for me. And two, I was not flirting with Landon. He struck up a conversation with me, but that was because Peyton had gone to go talk to the bitch Devon.”
“Baby girl, you don’t have to explain it to me. I know how the two of you have been playing house for the past few weeks. I love how you are the one who changed the former bachelor to a caring lover.”
I crumpled a clean paper napkin and tossed it at him. I wasn’t playing house. Not really. I was too happy to leave.
The waiter approached, setting glasses of water on our table. Gus and I placed our orders, indulging in sweets for breakfast. I tossed the paper to the side, ignoring it completely. They hadn’t figured out who I was and I wasn’t planning to tell them.
Braelynn
Thomas brought me to my own apartment late Sunday night. Peyton had begged for me to spend another night, but studying at his house was pointless; I caught myself reading the same paragraphs over and over, and he always found a way to distract me with sex. Not that I was complaining, but my bar exam was approaching and I only planned to take it once.
I tossed my keys in our bowl and went to search for Kennedy. I heard noises from her room like she was slamming drawers. When I walked in her room, I saw her sitting on the floor, flinging her clothes from her suitcase and shoving them back where they belonged.
“Kenn?” I strolled further in and sat on her bed. “Why are you unpacking if you’re spending the next few months in San Francisco?”
Kennedy and Caleb had decided to get married on the west coast at the same hotel where they had stayed the first time they went away together. It was romantic and sweet, especially for Kennedy.
Gus and I had taken over her wedding plans since Kennedy wanted baby’s breath and carnations for her centerpieces and was fine with wearing whatever white dress she already had in her closet. Though I agreed with Kennedy on the simplicity, I knew Caleb’s family would be disappointed. Kennedy’s only other request was no bachelorette party since she found them tacky and obnoxious.
“I’m not fucking going.” She kicked her bottom drawer closed and fell back on her pile of clothes.
“Why not?” I hugged her bee pillow pet.
“Nope. Not going. Not happening.” She tossed clean clothes in the hamper when they didn’t all fit in her drawers.
“What do you mean, not happening?” I straightened on the bed. She couldn’t be calling the wedding off, could she?
“I’m just … ugh! This shit is pointless.” Her forearms covered her eyes.
“Kennedy, you’re worrying me. What’s going on?” I crawled off the bed and joined her on the floor.
She hopped off the floor and stomped over to her desk. “Mrs. Garretson handed me this today.” She thrust a bunch of stapled white computer paper at me, then pulled it back before I could take it.
“What is that?”
“A prenup! Why the hell do I want to marry into a family that has all these fucking rules?” She sat back and flipped through the pages. “Hell, I didn’t even want a relationship a year ago. Now I’m getting married, and for what? To have my future mother-in-law toss legal crap at me!” She shoved the papers at me again and I grabbed them.
“Does Caleb know that his mother gave you this?”
“Yes, apparently everyone in that family has one.”
“Well, Kenn, a prenup is normal these days.”
“I get a million dollars for each child I have.” Her fingers poked angrily on the part she was referring to. “A million dollars. Who the hell told her to put a price tag on my future children?”
“Kenn—”
“No, Lynnie, this is insane.” She pushed off the floor and began to strip her bed. Her usual self when she was pissed or upset—she cleaned.
“How did Caleb propose?” I asked when her nose grew crimson like she wanted to cry.
“What?”
“You never told me how he proposed. Last I knew you were anti-relationship, let alone marriage. Four months later you had a ring on your finger.”
She sat next to me on the floor again. I bit my lips to keep from laughing at how she was up and down, non-stop. Twirling her engagement ring around her finger, she looked up at me. “After the shit happened with you, he became my crutch. I didn’t mean to lean on him as much as I did, but I needed someone. Someone to hold me as I cried and worried about you. And Caleb—being Caleb—was right by my side. I practically lived at his place while you were gone. It was too lonely here without you. Those days turned into months and one day I woke up curled in his arms and I realized I never wanted to be anywhere else. All of sudden it clicked. We clicked.”
“Kenn…”
“I hadn’t had a weekend off in about two months. Once I was written up, the hospital had made sure to give me every possible shitty weekend schedule. When I woke up that morning, there were roses all around me and he’d brought me breakfast
in bed. It was chocolate chip pancakes with Nutella.” She laughed.
“Then we took a drive out to Connecticut. At first I’d complained. I wanted to stay in bed all day, but he persuaded me. He said it would be good to get some fresh air. We took a hike up Kent Falls and he had this whole picnic planned out. It was so unexpected, so sweet. I remember lying on the blanket, staring at the falls when he rolled over and placed a little box on my stomach. It wasn’t your typical down on one knee. It was … Caleb. He didn’t even ask me to marry him. He just said, “What do you think?” I looked deep in his eyes and knew that I wanted a forever with him. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind when I looked up at him and said yes.” She whispered the last part while brushing at the tear that rolled off her cheek.
“Kenn, listen to what you said. Is a prenup from your mother-in-law—which, by the way, you are totally allowed to hate—reason enough to call off your wedding?”
“No … I guess not.”
“A prenup is negotiable. You can have your lawyer look at it.”
She took the pages from my hand and folded them. “But that’s my issue! Why get married if it comes with a contract about the divorce? It’s like you’re setting the whole marriage up for failure.”
“No, it’s understandable when you are marrying someone that comes from a lot of money. You have to look at it as an investment.”
“How so?”
“Caleb could have all the money now, but what if you find the cure for cancer? What if you become an awesome kick-ass doctor who saves the world from a terrible disease?” I winked at her and a faint smile spread across her rosy face.
“But I would want to share that with him. There’s no price tag for me.”
“Then have a prenup about that. It’s all negotiable.”
“Gosh, what am I going to do when I don’t have you to talk me out of my own head?” She laid her head on my thigh, wiping away her tears.
“You’ll have your husband, silly!” I brushed back her hair. “Come on, you need to pack. You have a marriage to look forward to!”
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