My Body-Mine

by Blakely Bennett

  Hurrying me into the closet filled with light jackets, Chase unbuttoned his belt and quickly pulled down his slacks. “Come here, my little slut,” he said to me.

  On most weekends we played Dom/sub and he had become a real master at it. His imagination knew no bounds. Submitting willingly, I knelt in front of him and greedily licked the precum off his cock.

  “Are you going to be a good girl and sashay around the party with my cum inside you?”

  “Yes, Master,” I mumbled.

  “Turn around,” he barked.

  I stood up and bent over for him. I glanced back as he lifted my dress and saw his pleased expression. Spreading my legs, he penetrated me delectably.

  “No panties? You are so my slutty woman. That was a clever idea,” he said.

  “Oh,” I groaned out loud.

  “Shhhhh, you horny girl, take it, but be quiet.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Whimpering ever so softly, I fought against crying out with every thrust.

  “Play with that clit for me so that your cunt is still convulsing when we go out to join the reception.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  To ensure it was a “quicky” so no one stumbled upon us, I frantically rubbed my swollen clit. Surrendering completely to Chase’s domination and my body’s will, I felt my orgasm break through. Unable to contain the joy and elation that combusted within each and every cell, I called out. Chase covered my mouth with his hand to stifle my yells as he grunted out his non-syllabic ejaculation. His body collapsed over mine as we both struggled to catch our breath.

  Bringing me upright with him, I snatched a tissue from Chase’s coat pocket and wiped myself. We hurriedly rearranged our clothing, each checking the other’s appearance.

  “You’re looking very hot and put together, Jane, but your dancing eyes and wide grin might give you away.” Taking me into his arms, he kissed me deeply and ardently. Coming up for air, he said, “Smoking hot as always, and oh so naughty. Remember, the weekend has just started.”

  “Of course,” I said, excited by what might come. Leaning back, I straightened his tie and adjusted his collar. “Perfect,” I said, and then softly kissed his lips.

  Holding hands, we walked back out to the reception, thoroughly satisfied.

  Sandy waved me over, and she and I strolled arm and arm to the edge of the party. Beaming out over the reception she said, “Thank you so much for being the best maid of honor I could ask for. You were totally right about having the rehearsal dinner at your beach house. It transformed your place for me.”

  “I know exactly what you mean,” I said.

  “I really like Chase too, and he clearly loves you. Do you think you’ll try again?” she said, sweeping her hand around the party that lay out before us.

  “Well, Parker and Andre are next, and then we’ll think about it.”

  As I stood on the sidelines, watching Chase make my mother laugh, I knew I would indeed marry him someday and maybe even have the ivory wedding of my dreams.

  “Definitely not at the beach house and most assuredly not naked,” I said to Sandy.

  I had real faith in my love and happiness with Chase, but if my crazy life taught me anything it’s that you don’t truly know what destiny has in store for you down the road. People change, as I surely had. They mature, they find new loves and interests, they die ... I had no idea what the future might bring, but I did know there would be a place in my heart for Luke and Marcello and that I would always hold out for good love.

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  Blakely Bennett grew up in Southeast Florida and has been residing in the great Northwest for over eight years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her particular interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. She is an avid reader of many genres of fiction, but especially erotica and romance. Writing has always been her bliss. She is attracted to stories of self-struggle and ultimate recovery.

  Blakely is married to a wonderful, loving and supportive husband, also a writer, who helps to keep her grounded. She is a mother, a communitarian, a lover of music (always on while she is writing—thank you, Pandora), and a good friend. An advocate of love and female empowerment, she is a facilitator for a women’s group. She loves to walk and hike for exercise and finds that, since moving to Seattle, WA, she is now one of those “crazy” people who walk in the rain.

  Blakely’s first two novels, My Body-His and My Body-His (Marcello) are also available from Fanny Press.

  You can find Blakely on the Web at:

  BlakelyBennett.fannypress.com.