Madison's Choice

by Skye Michaels

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Back in the suite Madison and Ross dressed for the evening. She wore a long, black, silk knit halter dress that plunged to her waist and skimmed her body like a shadow. She had bought the dress on sale at Macy’s on a whim. When she had packed for the weekend, she was really glad she’d purchased it even though she had no specific idea of where or when she would wear it. It was just one of those wardrobe staples every woman should have. She swept her dark hair up into a loose chignon with soft tendrils highlighting her long neck and elegant back. She wore one crystal bangle bracelet, sparkly earrings, and no other jewelry.

  Maddie watched covertly as Ross dressed. He was one of those men who looked good in jeans and a denim work shirt, never mind the black, Armani, double-breasted suit and silk shirt. She sighed. He was just gorgeous with his exotic coloring and long, elegant, well-muscled body.

  Although they had dined there before with Mike and Robbie, Maddie was delighted by the ambiance of the five-star dining room, the candlelight, soft music, and beautiful table settings. This time it was a romantic dinner and not a family meeting. Again, she was seeing the club as a guest instead of an employee. This weekend would definitely help her do her job, and some innovative new ideas were already circling in her head for discussion with Anne Sutton on Monday.

  Not being a particularly adventurous eater, she ordered the surf and turf with wonderful raspberry cheesecake and coffee for dessert. Ross had the three pound lobster and shared her cheesecake. Maddie could see that he was a little nervous.

  * * * *

  All through dinner, the specter of the reservation in the Royal Bedchamber theme room had hung over his head. He had made use of the club’s library and computer after working out that afternoon and had a few ideas about what scene he wanted to enact. After reading the history of Anne Boleyn, Ross had decided that Maddie was not going to get her wish to be the sad, beheaded second queen of Henry VIII. After they finished eating, they took a walk hand in hand around the gardens, stopping to admire the strutting peacocks. Ross had to admit he was dragging his feet, and that was not like him. This felt a little weird, but he wanted to prove to Maddie that he was willing to go the extra mile to do something to please her. He took her into his arms and kissed her long and slow.

  “Are you ready to go to the Royal Bedchamber, my lady?” he asked.

  “Really?” she squealed, laughing delightedly. “I didn’t think you would do it.”

  “I made the reservation and ordered some costumes, but I don’t know yet how far down this road I’m willing to go. I am willing to give it a try since you said you wanted to.” He grinned at her. “We’re not doing Anne Boleyn though. I did some internet research on BDSM in general and on her history. I now know more about Anne Boleyn than I ever expected to. It’s just too sad to be any fun. I thought you could be the queen’s lady-in-waiting or something, and I could be a randy prince, and we could sneak into the Royal Bedchamber to fool around. I’m sorry, baby, but my imagination seems to be a little stunted. Maybe I’ll get better at this with some practice.”

  “I could settle for that. I’m just pleased that you’re willing to give it a try and that you went to so much trouble.” She smiled at him as he took her hand and led her toward the Royal Bedchamber theme room. She had told him that she had not seen all the rooms, and he knew that she was going to be surprised. Ross had ordered a chilled bottle of champagne and a tray of hors d’oeuvres to be delivered to the room as well in case they got hungry later. He was planning for it to be a long night. Ross knew he wouldn’t have any problem with the sex part, but the role playing was going to be a challenge. When they arrived at the door to the theme room, he took the key from his pocket, opened the door, and ushered her inside.

  “Oh, Ross. It looks just like a room from a romance novel. I had no idea it was so elegant. This is going to be fun.” The deep red and gold tapestry hangings and bed covers on the heavily carved bed paired with the rubbed walnut wainscoting, stone floor, and oil paintings gave the room the look of an opulent Old English palace bed chamber of an undefined time period. He could see from her sparkling eyes that she was excited, and her excitement was contagious.

  “Okay, your costume is in the bathroom. When you come out, you have to be in character. I’ll change out here so we can start together. I did some reading up on BDSM role playing this afternoon on the computer in the library. When you come out of the bathroom, we’re in the scene. You will call me ‘Your Highness’ or ‘Your Majesty,’ and I’ll call you ‘my lady’ or Madison. If I do anything you don’t like, just say the safe word ‘Magnolia,’ and I’ll stop. Struggling and protesting without the safe word will just be taken as part of the scene, so remember you have to say the word if you want me to stop. What’s the safe word?”

  “Magnolia,” she repeated with a grin as she scampered into the bathroom to change.

  Ross shook his head. What the hell am I doing? Oh well, it’s one night hopefully in a long lifetime. Let’s see what happens. He took off his clothes and put on the unfamiliar court costume. When he turned around, Maddie was standing in the bathroom doorway wearing a long, heavily draped gown bound with gold cord around her waist. She also wore a lacy underdress of some white gauzy material. Her long dark hair was around her shoulders. The gown was extremely low cut, and the creamy mounds of her breasts were prominently on display. She took his breath away. She had a vulnerable uncertain look on her face, but she looked excited as well. It was almost enough to make him forget how foolish he felt.

  “Your Highness, I am sure we should not be in the queen’s chamber. What will happen if we get caught?” She smiled tentatively at him. He could see her pulse beginning to flutter at her throat as the adrenaline began to pump.

  “Nothing will happen to me, little maid-in-waiting, but you may well lose your position at court and be sent home in disgrace, so you had better please me,” he said with a devilish smile. He was starting to get into this. Mike had told him it was sexy and fun and that was why they did it.

  “Your Majesty, please have mercy. I was sent to Court to make an advantageous marriage. I cannot be sent home in disgrace.” She looked terrified, but he could see the gleam in her eyes as she struggled not to laugh. It seemed they were both finding this little adventure to be a riot.

  “Then come here, little one, and I will remove your gown.” When she tentatively stepped closer to him, he reached out and pulled the gold cord around her waist, loosening the folds of the gown which opened down the front. He reached out and tore the gauzy underdress from neck to hem. It was fastened with Velcro for easy, but noisy, removal.

  She screamed, apparently startling herself as well as him. “My goodness. I guess that’s why they call those sexy novels bodice rippers,” she said forgetting to stay in character for a moment.

  He had her naked in seconds. She struggled against him as he ran his hands up her rib cage and captured the tantalizing, round globes of her breasts and crushed his face to them. He caught one puckered, raspberry nipple between his lips and nipped, then took the other in his mouth. He dragged her toward the bed, pushed her onto the tapestry coverlet, and came down on top of her, pressing his lips to hers in a stunning kiss. He ran his hands up her bare leg, savoring the creamy skin of her inner thighs. She was breathing hard.

  “Your Majesty, please do not ravish me. I must be a virgin on my wedding night!”

  “Ha! Your future husband’s loss is my gain, wench!” He smiled in anticipation as he gazed at the damp curls of her sex. He could see that she was excited as his cock throbbed inside the tight costume. “Disrobe me, wench. I am tired of waiting for your favors.” The Three Musketeers movie was coming in handy just now as a source of inspiration.

  Maddie made quick work of removing Ross’s shoes and tights, the period tunic and neck piece. Before he knew it, she had him naked on the bed as well. He rolled her under him and grasped her delicate wrists in his big hands and held them over her head. He lowered his
lips to hers and kissed her hard. He ran his tongue down her throat and circled her nipples as she strained against him on the bed. He looked into her eyes to be sure she was still in the scene and not really frightened. She looked back at him and pressed her creamy pussy against his straining cock as she invited him in. He plunged into her as she wrapped her long legs around his waist and clung to him for dear life. He rode her bucking body to a shattering climax as a hot stream of semen jetted into her womb, and their bodies soared into the stratosphere. As he slowly regained his senses, his throbbing cock was still buried in her damp heat. He released her wrists, rolled over onto his back, and let her take the dominant position.

  * * * *

  Playing with fire, Madison kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth as her long, dark hair fell down around him and framed his face. She felt his growing erection inside her. She rose up above him and began to ride his steel-hard cock as they came ever closer to another explosion. They raced to another stunning orgasm like horses to the finish line. She had been told that these scenes could be very stimulating and could really get the heart pumping, but she had not expected it to be this realistic or this exciting. She could see why people got involved in role-playing. It took one totally out of oneself for a while. It was exhilarating. She was suddenly glad for all the romance novels she had devoured while she was pregnant.

  Slowly their breathing returned to normal. Ross got up and went to the bathroom. He returned to the bed with a steaming hot cloth, which he used to clean Maddie. He then rolled them both under the bed covers. He pulled her up against his chest and let her rest there. She was exhausted, but the feeling of contentment and safety she felt in his arms was amazing.

  “Rest, baby. We’ll sleep a little and then see what else we can come up with. We are far from done. This is really a lot more fun than I expected it to be,” he said into her ear.

  Sometime later, Maddie awoke nestled in Ross’s arms. She just laid there savoring the sensation, storing it away in her memory to be enjoyed later—just in case things did not work out. She had learned from bitter experience that not all wishes come true. And she knew what she was wishing. She wanted a lifetime of this safe, content feeling with Ross, seasoned with healthy dashes of love and sexy excitement. She thought that would be the best recipe for a long and happy life together. She knew he loved Nickie, and she thought that he loved her, too. But was it enough to overcome the past nine years of absence? She knew he felt cheated out of Nickie’s early years and all he had missed. She wished with all her heart she could give them back to him.

  Maddie rolled over in his arms and kissed his eyelids and then his neck. As he woke, she ran her lips and tongue down his neck and over his sculpted chest. She followed the arrow of black hair down the center of his chest to the nest of black curls cushioning his awakening cock. His cock stirred in arousal, and he smiled into her heavy lidded eyes. She continued tasting and exploring as she watched the play of emotions cross his face.

  She could see that he was delighted by her brave exploration, and his semierect cock grew harder in anticipation. She ran her tongue around the crown of his now-bobbing shaft and across the cleft in the tip, lightly licking the drop of pearly pre-cum waiting there. She ran her small, gentle hands up and down the shaft as she sucked the tip. She increased the friction and suction and used her talented tongue to bring him to the edge. He gave a shout as a jet of his hot seed shot into her mouth. She swallowed the unexpected spurt and laughed as she looked up into his eyes. He brushed the strands of dark hair from her face and pulled her up onto his chest. He kissed her deeply, and she tasted his seed on her tongue. The feeling was as intimate as feeling his cock buried in her womb. She did not imagine they could get much closer than this.

  * * * *

  Ross pulled her under him and plunged into her creamy pussy, his still-hard cock pulsing as each rippling wave of pleasure rolled through them, and they rushed to another explosive orgasm. “Baby, I think you’ve just about drained me dry for the moment.” He laughed into her glowing eyes.

  He rose from the bed and went to the refrigerator hidden in the antique armoire. He brought out the chilled champagne and two stemmed glasses. Then he got the midnight picnic of chocolate covered strawberries and delicate French pastries and put them on the bed. After popping the cork on the champagne and pouring two over-flowing glasses, he handed one to Maddie and took one for himself. He raised his glass and clinked with her and said, “Here’s to a long life together and many silly adventures.”

  She smiled and replied, “I couldn’t make a better wish for us myself.”

  Ross and Maddie enjoyed their midnight picnic and relaxed for a while then hung their costumes in the armoire, straightened the room a bit, and returned to the suite.

  “I have to admit, babe, that was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I was kind of dreading the role-playing thing. Maybe there’s something to this,” he said with a grin. Life is full of surprises! Eight year old sons, BDSM. Jeez, what’s next?

  “I don’t think I’d want to do it all the time, but I can see that it could be a blast once in a while!”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  The next day, Ross and Madison joined the couples having brunch on the veranda. It was a chatty, fun group, and Ross was pleased that Maddie was quickly absorbed into the conversation.

  Kelly Devereau winked at her and leaned over and whispered, “Relax. These are good people.” Maddie smiled her gratitude and, squeezing Ross’s hand, joined in.

  The conversation was general but slowly drifted toward horses. Jason and Justin wanted to know the latest progress on Rockstar’s training. It seemed the entire group from the club was planning an excursion to Louisville the first Saturday in May to see him run in the Kentucky Derby. It was looking like he would be a long shot with a very dedicated local following. Who wouldn’t root for the underdog? Just the fact that he was Florida bred guaranteed him the hometown vote, never mind his being a hard-luck horse.

  “His training is coming along very well. We’re working on getting him completely comfortable running on the track with other horses coming up on his blind side. He’s still a little sensitive about that. His jockey, Belinda Jones, is young but quite experienced, and they have developed a good rapport. He trusts her. She’s a strong rider with great hands. We’re experimenting with blinkers and other devices. We’re trying to figure out what works best. Even handling him around the barn can be a challenge,” Ross said.

  “What actually happened to his eye?” Jason asked.

  “We don’t really know. He had an accident in pasture when he was a yearling. We took him to Gainesville to the UF Large Animal Veterinary Hospital, and they were successful in saving the eye, but he is blind on that side. After we brought him home, we had to medicate the eye every two hours around the clock for a couple of weeks. It was a team effort with everyone taking shifts.”

  “I’ve been following his stats in Wire to Wire. It looks like he’s been doing great,” Jason said.

  “He’s a hell of a horse, extremely brave and competitive, and very, very fast,” Ross explained. “It should be an interesting year. He won the Grade 1 Breeder’s Cup Juvenile race for two-year-olds at Churchill Downs, a mile and one-sixteenth, by four lengths. We’ve nominated him and paid the nomination and entry fees for the Derby, so we are definitely going, barring any medical reasons not to race. We have him entered in several Grade 2 and 3 prep races, and he’s galloping a mile and a quarter at home with ease. We’re very hopeful.”

  “Well, I’ll be flying our little group up to Louisville for the festivities next May. We’re all looking forward to it,” Justin said with a grin. “I guess he’ll probably be a long shot due to the sight issues. I look forward to placing some heavy bets.”

  “I’m planning on paying for Emmy’s college tuition, as well as that of her little brother or sister to be, with my bets,” Jason said with a huge grin and laughed when Calleigh punched him in the arm. When wh
at he had actually said sank in, congratulations and back pounding abounded.

  At that moment, a newcomer approached the table. “Good morning. I haven’t seen you here before, Hamilton,” Matt Jackson, another member of the club and Thoroughbred breeder, said as he approached the table. Matt was the CEO of Jackson Stud, the owner and breeder of the current Kentucky Derby favorite, Perfidy. Although it was still early in the game for a favorite to be determined, Perfidy was looking good for the top slot.

  Ross knew from discussions with Mike that Matt Jackson had the reputation at the club of being a serious Dom and a bit of a hard ass, although not particularly cruel. He was tall and muscular with wavy, auburn hair and dark-green eyes that looked almost black in the shade of the veranda. He was very good-looking in a rather harsh and ruthless way. His high cheekbones and hawkish nose harkened back to the Cherokee heritage a few generations back on his mother’s side and gave his face a slight but unexpected Native American cast.

  “I don’t make it a habit, Jackson. How’s it going? Do you think Perfidy will still be the favorite by next May?” Ross was making an attempt to be somewhat civil and hold his temper, but it was a toss-up where Matt Jackson was concerned. Ross and Matt had a bit of a history since the previous year when Matt had tried to hire Belinda Jones to ride for his stable. She had resisted his blandishments, much to his chagrin, preferring to continue her work with Rockstar and ride the other Eden Creek entries. Ross had taken the attempt to hijack his top jockey very personally, and there had been some bad blood between the two men ever since.

  “It’s still a long way off, and we both have a number of prep races to get through. It will be good for the industry to have at least two Florida Breds in the field. Give my regards to Belinda,” he said with a smirk on his rugged face. “Good luck. And enjoy the weekend.” He gave Maddie a speculative look.