Remind Me, Master [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Lara Valentine

  Evan helped the Master unhook the sub, and the Master wrapped him in a blanket, leading him off the stage. Evan bowed to the crowd and walked quickly into the shadows. The crowd started to disperse, the conversation levels increasing. Any newbie to the group would think no one liked the show. There had been no applause, no accolades for the participants. It was simply how it was done here. The quiet of the crowd showed respect for Evan’s artistry and the sub’s submission.

  Conor insinuated his fingers into Lisa’s long blonde hair, pulling her head back to look into his eyes.

  “I love you, blondie.”

  Her smile was breathtaking. “I love you, Master.”

  He stroked her hair, letting it glide through his fingers like silk.

  “I want to take you home and spoil you. Would you like to be spoiled, pet?”

  She laid her head on his knee, and his heart squeezed. “Yes, Master. I want to be spoiled. But only if I can spoil you, too.”

  Chapter Seven

  Lisa strolled into their bedroom on Monday morning, a big smile on her face. Conor was tying his tie, and he always looked so yummy in a suit. She had to tamp down the rush of desire and heat running through her body.

  “Did you hear the phone ring earlier? It was your mother. She said to tell you the appointment is Wednesday at two o’clock. I hope this means something to you, because it didn’t mean anything to me. She was so sweet though, apologizing about Saturday and your dad. I love your mom.”

  “I must have been in the shower when the phone rang. She loves you. But then you’re very lovable.” Conor had a sexy smile on his face. “Did you take the kids to school?”

  “I just got back from dropping them off. We almost had a major meltdown when Ethan thought he’d forgotten his book report, but we found it in his backpack. He’d put it in his math folder by mistake.”

  Conor chuckled. “Poor Ethan. He’s inherited my organizational skills. I had to learn how to organize myself the hard way.”

  Lisa picked up his boxer shorts from the floor and tossed them in the hamper with a roll of her eyes. “He inherited your housekeeping skills as well. I wish you’d try to be a better example about these things. The kids, especially the boys, are all about being just like you.”

  He had the grace to look embarrassed. “I know I need to do better. I’m sorry. I’ll really try. I promise.”

  He sounded really sincere, and she felt badly about teasing him. “I was just busting your balls. It’s my job to take care of the house.”

  He shook his head. “No, it’s not. It’s our job to take care of our home and the kids. You have a job now. Artist. And you’re not my slave anymore.”

  “I can still take care of things,” she protested. “Cleaning the house never had anything to do with being your slave.”

  He shrugged. “I need to be more involved with this household. With fun stuff and not so fun stuff.” He picked his wet towel off the bed and held it up. “That includes cleaning up after myself. It’s not respectful to expect you to follow me around and pick up after me.”

  “I never felt disrespected, Conor. I felt like my family needed me. I took care of our home, the kids, you, everything. I loved it.”

  He leaned down and kissed her lips softly. “Now you need more. I’m slowly coming around to the fact that I’m married to a famous sculptress. It’s kind of cool, actually.”

  She felt her face get warm. “I’m not famous. Not even close. I’ve sold six sculptures. I’m just starting out.”

  “Consider me your biggest fan, blondie. You’re awesome. Face it.”

  She ran her hands up his chest. His scent fresh from the shower always made her want him. She pulled his tie so they were nose to nose. “How awesome? Awesome enough to be late for work?”

  He grinned and started pulling off his tie. “I don’t have any early meetings, pet. On your knees.”

  She quivered at his commanding tone and fell to her knees, her pussy already starting to get wet.

  He held out a hand, his fingers wriggling. “Hand me your clothes. Subs are to be naked when serving.”

  She couldn’t get out of her clothes fast enough. She cursed as the damp crotch of her panties got tangled up around her ankles. She finally tugged them off and handed them to Conor, who was clearly trying not to laugh. He tossed them in the hamper.

  “See? I can clean up after myself.”

  This probably wasn’t the best time to tell him she’d just put those clothes on less than an hour ago. His put his hand on top of her head.

  “Do you wish to serve me, pet?”

  “Yes, Master. Please.”

  They’d talked the morning after the play party at The Estate, and he’d promised more domination and bondage. She was already excited at the prospect, her body tightening in anticipation.

  He pulled his tie from his collar and tied her hands behind her back. “No touching your Master this morning. You’ve been a naughty girl. I heard you use bad language when you were undressing.”

  She dropped her eyes, desperately hoping for a spanking. Preferably, over his knee. “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “You need to be punished. I know just what you need.” He turned and dug through the nightstand, pulling out the medium-size ball gag. Her pussy clenched and her nipples hardened painfully as he eased the gag into her open mouth, buckling it behind her head. He stroked her face softly.

  “So lovely. I wish you could see yourself right now.” Then he laughed. “Of course you can. Stand up and look at yourself in the mirror.”

  He helped her stand and turned her to face the mirror over the dresser. One look at her wanton appearance, her naked body and the ball gag making her drool, and her body went flush. It was hard to see herself submit even after all these years. She tried to look down at the floor, drawing a chuckle from him.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, blondie, with your hands bound and your mouth gagged. Thank God you and I have the same kinks.”

  That was a good thing. She remembered dating a handsome guy right before Conor. He’d been nice, but he wasn’t the dominant type. She would have ended up topping him, she was sure.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over his lap, rubbing her ass cheeks.

  “We need to start having morning spankings again. Nothing starts the day like warming up a beautiful ass.”

  Lisa remembered those days well. When they were first married, Conor had insisted on giving her a spanking each and every morning. Some mornings they’d been brief and utilitarian, other mornings long and leisurely. They’d all ended the same way. Hot, monkey sex like only newlyweds could do it. Just the memory was making her horny. She’d been one well-spanked and -fucked woman.

  “I see you remember what I was talking about. Nothing like young love, is there, pet? I’m not too old to beat on your ass every day before work.”

  His hand came down on her bottom cheek hard, making her moan behind her gag. Each subsequent smack raised the heat on her bottom until she was panting and begging for his cock. His fingers strayed into her drenched slit, playing with her swollen clit.

  “Do you want my cock, pet?”

  She nodded, needing to be fucked in any way he chose.

  “You need to beg me for it.”

  His hold had loosened, and she slid to the floor onto her knees. She immediately went into her pose, her knees spread wide and her forehead to his shoe. She heard him undo his belt and lower his zipper. He lifted her head so she was inches from his hard and ready cock. It bobbed in front of her, its reddish-purple mushroom head glistening with drops of his pre-cum.

  “Do you want to suck and lick it, pet?”

  She nodded up and down vigorously and made a whimpering noise.

  “Poor little pet. I haven’t been giving you enough time on your knees, have I?”

  He unbuckled the gag and replaced the ball with his cock, tangling his fingers into her hair and holding her in place. She licked up and down before sucking on the head,
his taste dancing on her tongue.

  “Fuck, pet. Don’t tease me.” His voice was hoarse and tortured.

  Lisa tightened her lips and moved them up and down his thick shaft, loving the way he filled her mouth and bumped the back of her throat. She didn’t want to stop, but he tugged at her hair until she came off him with a pop. His expression was stamped with desire, his eyes dark with passion.

  “Get on the bed, on your knees. I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

  She scrambled up on the bed, her hands still bound behind her back. He pressed her torso down onto the mattress and spread her thighs wide. He spanked her bottom, making her moan.

  “You’re to take what I give you, pet. You have nothing to do but accept my cock. Understand?”

  She nodded, rubbing her face on the sheets. He patted her ass cheek where he spanked her. “Good girl. That’s my good pet.”

  His hands held her hips firmly. She was almost shaking she needed him so badly. He entered her in one hard thrust, and she screamed with the delicious feeling of being packed full of his big cock. She fought her instincts to push back against him, wriggle, or in any way try and take control. He’d given his command, and it was her responsibility to follow it.

  He pulled out and thrust back in, and she felt every vein and groove on his dick. He shifted his body for the next stroke, and she groaned as his cock ran over her sweet spot.

  “There it is. Right there, blondie.”

  Now that he’d found the right spot, he fucked her mercilessly. His cock stroking it over and over again until her body was strung as tight as a bow. She needed to come badly but was too well trained to do so without her Master’s permission. He leaned forward over her back, reaching under her to pluck at her hard nipples.

  “Come for me.”

  Her body shattered, sending sparkling pieces of her heart and soul flying around the room in a whirlpool of light and sound. Conor thrust inside her one last time, his cock swelling, his cum jetting inside her and setting off another miniwave. By the time the scattered, glittering pieces came back to rest, they were both breathing hard and sweating. Conor quickly untied her wrists and massaged them while he pressed wet kisses down her spine.

  “I could call Naomi and tell her I’m sick.”

  Lisa giggled and turned to look at the man she loved more than life itself. “You’ve never played hooky before. Naomi will be shocked. I don’t even remember you taking a sick day in the last five years. What brought this on?”

  He looked at her like she was the most amazing thing on earth. “I’m just so damn much in love with my wife. I want to make up for lost time.”

  “I’m not going anywhere. We have the rest of our lives together.”

  He levered himself off the bed and grinned at the now twisted and wrinkled tie.

  “Is that your not-so-subtle way of telling me to go to work?”

  “Well…I do have a book-club meeting today.” She stuck out her tongue and hopped up from the bed before he had a chance to spank her again.

  “I can think of better uses for that tongue.” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “I need another shower. You got me all sweaty.”

  “I sure did. How did this all start anyway? I only came up here to tell you your mother called.”

  Conor tossed his shirt in the dry cleaners bag and added his pants. “I talked to Nate at the play party the other night. He and I are going with Mom to take Dad to the doctor.”

  She needed to tread carefully here. “What kind of doctor?”

  He gave her a lopsided smile. “Not a psychologist as you’ve suggested in the past, but a regular doctor. We need to see if there’s anything wrong with him physically before Nate and I push for him to see a shrink. He’s fucking out of control since he retired. Did Brianne tell you he made a remark about Kade not being a real Hart?”

  Shock and anger ripped through her. Kade was the sweetest little boy. “No, she didn’t. That asshole. Is Kade okay?”

  “Kade didn’t hear it, thankfully. He said it to Brianne. Apparently, he’s not being discriminating as to who he’s being a jerk to these days. Mom said their friends are vanishing.”

  “Can you blame them? I only see your father because he’s your father.”

  “That’s why I see him.” Conor shrugged. “Fuck, I love my dad. I just wish he wasn’t so damn difficult to be around.”

  She wrapped her arms around his lean middle, resting her head against his chest.

  “Promise me one thing. You won’t turn into your dad as you age.”

  He hugged her tighter, lifting her off the ground.

  “No way I ever could, blondie. You’d kick my ass.”

  * * * *

  He fucked her hard and fast, his heart racing and his balls pulled tight. Being inside her was amazing, miraculous, a life-changing experience. He nuzzled her neck and nipped at the sensitive skin.

  “I love you, baby. I love fucking you.”

  She licked her lips. “I love you, too. Fuck me harder, faster.” Her voice was low and breathless, her eyelids fluttering closed.

  He increased the tempo, her pussy squeezing his cock in a stranglehold. They were both sweating, their bodies sliding together.

  “Does it feel good, baby? Are you close?”

  She pulled his lips down to hers, sealing their mouths together. The kiss was electric, sending pulses straight to his cock. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

  “Thank goodness she finally shut him up.” Noelle rolled her eyes. She was attending the book-club meeting via Skype with three of her new friends in Montana. “He talks way too much during sex.”

  “Agreed,” Tori laughed. “There are times to chat and times to keep your mouth shut. Don’t talk during sex unless you’ve really got something to say.”

  “Like, hey, the house is on fire?” Lisa teased. “I don’t mind a man talking if he’s talking dirty.”

  “This guy seemed too unsure of himself. I like a man that knows what the hell he’s doing.” Madison Lytell was one of their new members in Montana. Well groomed, her dark hair cut in a sensible chin-length bob, she looked every inch the successful professional woman. According to Noelle, Madison was a successful author, having written several thrillers that made the best-seller lists. She moved back to her hometown in Montana when her mother’s health took a turn.

  Sara raised her martini glass. “Here, here. I want a man to take charge.” Sara was in Florida with her two husbands for Tori’s wedding at the end of the week. Noelle was flying in a few days to attend also. All five women would be together again. They had plans for an epic bachelorette party.

  “I’ve never had a man take charge, but it sounds nice.” Rain Walker, another new member in Montana, sipped her martini. She looked young with her big blue eyes and wavy platinum blonde hair, although Noelle had assured everyone Rain was in her midtwenties. She had an innocent air about her, as if the world hadn’t touched her.

  “Most men want a maid or a mamma, in my experience. They want a woman to tell them what to do.” Lola Scott, the third member from Montana, popped a truffle in her mouth. Her clothes and handbag looked expensive, her auburn hair artfully styled. Noelle had told them Lola was the daughter of a rich rancher in the area. There was something sad and almost frustrated about Lola, as if she wanted to do something but didn’t know how to even begin.

  “Amen,” echoed Serena Taylor. She was the newest Florida member. Brianne had met her at the park when she’d taken her daughter Paige to play and Serena was babysitting her sister’s twin boys. They’d both had an e-reader and started to compare reading lists. Serena was a pretty blonde, but looked exhausted. Serena worked two jobs and was studying to be a hairdresser.

  Lisa tossed her e-reader on the table and picked up her martini. “You haven’t met the right men. A real man wants to take care of you as well. We need to find these ladies some Doms, and quick.”

  Serena, Lola, and Madison all blushed. Rain looked shocked at the sugges
tion, which made Lisa smile wider. They were going to be a corrupting influence on this girl.

  “Do you not want a Dom, Rain? You look pale, honey.” Noelle elbowed Rain. They were sitting in Noelle’s husband’s office so they could have privacy during the meeting.

  Rain chewed her bottom lip. “I know you married into a family of Doms. Hell, the entire county knows it and everyone loves the Hunter family. I’m just not sure I could have a man tell me what to do all the time. I might have to punch him in the nose.”

  The picture of this tiny little blonde punching anything made them all laugh. Tori shook her head. “They don’t get to tell us what to do all the time. They try, but we usually knock them down a peg or two. The submissive is really the one in charge. The sub can call a halt to everything with one word. The ultimate power.”

  “That wouldn’t be so bad. Power, I mean.” Rain nodded and dug in the gold box for a dark chocolate. “I haven’t really dated much actually. I don’t know a lot about men.”

  Lola sipped her drink. “Men are simple. They like beer, sports, getting dirty, and naked women. Now you know everything about men. You’re welcome.”

  Madison smirked. “You forgot they like trucks. Big ones. Or maybe that’s just men here in Montana. Maybe they’re really deep and complex in Florida.”

  Sara almost choked on her drink. “Not really. Although, I think what men like does vary from guy to guy. But they all like naked women. At least the straight, or semistraight, ones do.”

  Serena frowned. “What’s semistraight? Is that like metrosexual?”

  Brianne laughed. “It’s what Sara calls her two husbands. They were a couple before they married her.”

  Serena seemed to consider this information. “Oh, okay. That’s pretty cool.” Her eyes lit up and the fatigue disappeared from her features. “Do you get to watch them do it?”