by K. R. Haynes
Mick saw Chloe nod her head in agreement then almost laughed at the expression that crossed her delicate pale features when Randall mentioned to her that the anal plug would be bigger than any other he had used on her in the past. Mick could see Chloe trying not to squirm as she tried not to think about a plug up her butt and the spanking she was going to receive later on tonight. Hell, she was lucky that Randall liked to give his punishments in the privacy of his own home and not in front of witnesses.
“Right, well now that we have that settled how about you grab the salads from the fridge, sweet thing, while your fiancé and I check on the progress of the burgers.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me, mate.” Randall turned back to Chloe then. “And, precious, when you come to me you will kneel at my feet and hand me a beer and you will remain kneeling until it’s time to eat at which point you will then accept the food I will offer you from my hand. Do you understand your orders, little girl?”
“Yes, sir, I understand.”
“Good girl.”
Mick clapped a hand on Randall’s back then and all but pushed him out of the kitchen and toward the back door. The evening was certainly not panning out how he had hoped. But then again he hadn’t anticipated to be bailed up by a sub that had the spunk to question him on his dumbness to quit his job either.
With the burgers ready and the beer flowing, Mick pulled out a chair for Mary J to take then sat down beside her. He looked over at Randall and tried to hide his smug smile at seeing Chloe perched on top of his lap while he fed her bits of food from his hand. By the looks of it, Chloe didn’t seem too impressed about having witnesses viewing such an intimate display between her and Randall.
Flicking his gaze back to Mary J, Mick could see that she was sneaking peeks at the happy couple too. There was definitely a flare of interest in her eyes as she watched Randall offer up another small bite of meat and salad to his sub. It had him wondering himself if Mary J would accept food from his hand. If he offered to feed her now would she allow him to do it or would she turn him down flat? Just as he was about to ask her Jake leant over and asked him something. By the time Mick turned his attention back to Mary J, the moment had passed as she was already digging into the food he had placed on her plate for her to eat.
They were all sitting around the round table on the deck with the sun setting behind them. On the plus side of things, it turned out to be a great night for a barbeque. The night air still held a balmy feel to it after an unseasonably humid day. Soft music was playing in the background, some sort of retro music Mary J had chosen. It wasn’t half bad. It wasn’t something he would usually listen to. But Mick found himself wanting to like anything Mary J liked these days. Hell, she was meant to be the one that pleased his needs being her Master and all. But it seemed to him that he was the one wanting to please her. He would never admit it out loud, but he rather liked the need to please her. It showed her that he cared about what she liked. That he took an interest in what brought her pleasure and what didn’t.
There was no doubt in his mind that he brought her lots of pleasure. The little moans and soft sighs she gave him when he had his dick firmly entrenched in her or was just kissing the living hell out of her sweet, luscious lips pretty much told him so. It made his cock hard and his heart bloom with renewed love for her just from thinking about it and he still had more to give her, more pleasure and more love. Did that mean he was pussy whipped because he loved pleasing his girl like she pleased him every minute of every fucking day? If it did he would proudly proclaim it to the whole fucking world if it made her smile.
Lately though, her smile and her laughter barely came through anymore. It was like she was stuck in living for yesterday rather than living for today. That damn past of hers was beginning to piss him royally off. He knew damn well it wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t seem to let go of it completely. No, it was that bastard ex of her’s fault and Mick would love nothing more than to take a whip to that bastard and slay him with it. He would happily watch the fucker die a slow, painful death. Mick looked down at his thigh then at the feel of little fingers digging into his hard, male flesh. He glanced over at Mary J when she whispered his name under her breath. He tried to keep his emotions in check when he answered her and knew the moment her brows drew together and her hand fell away from his thigh that he failed miserably.
She didn’t say anything further to him. She just raised a dainty manicured brow up at him before resuming eating her damn dinner. Yeah, sure he knew her digging her nails into his thigh was just a warning for his sour mood and thoughts. It still stunned him that she always knew when he was slipping into a dangerous path with his thoughts. It also pleased him to no end that she knew him so damn well too.
He stared at her then, absorbing into his mind how she looked with the sun setting behind her. Her wild curls glowed like a raging fire underneath the light of the setting sun. He recognised that burning inferno in her. Many a time, he had witnessed that same fire in her eyes and felt it in his arms when he loved her six ways to Sunday.
She was a goddess in her own right and she blew his fucking mind away every damn day she was with him. Not a day went by where he didn’t thank his lucky stars that he had her in his life. His heart was definitely beating to her tune all right. She was his light when things seemed too dark for him. He was well aware that he wasn’t an easy bastard to live with. Nonetheless, with her bastard of an ex in town, Mick had made sure that Mary J moved in with him as soon as he found out that her ex and Myke Dillon were the same person.
There was no way in the fucking world he would allow her to sleep at her place alone. So yes, if someone walked into his bedroom right now, correction their bedroom, they would find a bright pink quilt decorating their bed. Did he care? Not one bit. If it made Mary J happy and comfortable to have some girly crap decorating the room they slept in and made love in, well, so be it. He could give a flying fuck what anyone else thought about it. Sure the colour of the quilt wasn’t his choice. Hell, the bright pink thing had weird little white cats on it for Christ’s sake, and every time he looked at the damn thing he swore it burnt the retinas in his eyes because the colour was so intense. But he would be damned if he would change it or complain about it to her. It was what it was and at the end of the day it was only a minuscule thing in their lives.
However, if she decided to paint the walls of their room that same intense pink to match the colour of that pussy quilt of hers then he would most definitely put his foot down. A man can only live with so much pink in his life and no more.
Chapter Nineteen
The night was finally winding down, and the last of their guests were on their way out the front door with their little doggy bags of food in their hands. Closing the front door behind her, Mary J turned to see Mick staring directly at her. He had that look in his eyes that made her insides clench with need. It also meant he was up to something or had something planned for her now that all the visitors had left for the night.
Slowly she walked up to him and laid a hand on his bare chest. Somewhere between saying good-night to their guest and now Mick had managed to strip out of his usual old band T-shirt and faded denim jeans combo and into a pair of rather snug-fitting black leather pants. He looked like sin in them and it was the first time she had ever seen him in leather and she rather liked this new look a hell of a lot, especially with his hair a little dishevelled and a day’s growth shadowing his jawline. Her whole body lit up at the sight of him in his black leather pants and matching boots.
His skin felt warm beneath her hand. She could sense the power he possessed surging through him as her hand rested on his hard male flesh. He was in his Dom mode tonight, no doubt about it. Her submissive instincts took over then and gradually, Mary J lowered herself to the floor and waited for Mick to instruct her on what he wanted from her tonight.
Her heart was racing in anticipation so much that she had to control her breathing. She was a jumbled mass of excitement and n
erves already and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She knew there was no way she could be in trouble, unlike her best friend. That girl was going to have a sore butt tomorrow from the spanking she would be receiving courtesy of Randall paddling her ass for her sassy attitude. Mary J still couldn’t believe that Chloe had spoken to Randall like that. Was her friend insane? Even she wouldn’t dare push Mick in the way Chloe had pushed Randall earlier in the evening.
However, Chloe did have a point, one that the men seemed determined not to listen to at the start of the evening. Thank god they had the brains to come around to her friend’s reasoning. Mary J had been surprised when Chloe had quietly pulled her away from Mick’s side while he was in a deep conversation with the other men discussing their “big case.” She was even more surprised though when Chloe rehashed everything that had happened in the kitchen, while she had been outside chatting away to Jake, none the wiser that Mick was inside discussing his plans to quit his job. What the hell?
It had hurt her that he hadn’t come to her and discussed any of this with her first. She had known about the phone call from his captain as she was in the same room when he took the damn call. After he hung up, all he had done was drop a kiss to the top of her head and told her he needed some time on his own, and then slipped out the back to work on his cars. Mary J had let him go, knowing it was something he needed to do. Mick obviously had stuff he needed to sort out in his own mind first. Nevertheless, she had thought that he would at least come to her and tell her the outcome before he blabbed it to someone else behind her back.
Finding out that Mick would rather discuss his future plans with someone else had hurt her more than she had expected it to. She had assumed that she meant something more to him than just a warm willing body he could fuck whenever the mood struck him. She had hoped that Mick may have been in love with her. Maybe she was wrong to assume such a thing. Right then, her ex’s harsh words of how worthless she was entered her mind. It made her doubt herself hearing his harsh words and had her wondering if she would ever be good enough for Mick to truly be satisfied. Really, how could he possibly love someone like her who had carried baggage from her past relationship?
Her head lowered further as her doubts and fears came crashing down around her. She would not cry over Mick if he chose not to love her. She would love him though. She had always loved him since that very first night her eyes had touched his. His odd silver-grey orbs held this vulnerableness in them that called out to her. Yes, he was a strong and overbearing male the majority of the time, but he had also been hurt somewhere along the line. It occurred to her then that he made her spill her nasty-ass past to him, but he held back his own from her. That didn’t seem even remotely fair or even right for that matter.
His fingers chose that moment to thread into her wild, windswept curls, pulling her closer to him. Her gaze lifted up to his when he tugged her head back by her hair. The slight pull on her wild tresses sent a bolt of electricity surging straight to her bare pussy. He had refused to allow her to wear panties while they entertained their guests. He had told her that he loved knowing she was free and available for him to take her if the need arose. Well, the need never arose because he never made even a single move to take her while the guests mingled with each other.
Maybe that was his devious plan the whole time, to keep her on edge. His planned worked, because she could feel her pussy juices dribbling down her bare thighs. She should have worn jeans and a shirt and not the damn dress that he had laid out for her. The dark emerald-green-coloured silk dress seemed too fancy for a barbeque, but felt utterly sinful against her buffed and polished skin. So she had worn the damn thing for him, knowing it would please him to see her in it. As it turned out, she wasn’t that overdressed at all. Chloe had worn a similar dress herself. Obviously Randall had gotten the same memo of what the dress code was for the subs tonight.
“Have I told you tonight how absolutely exquisite you look in that dress, sugar?”
Mary J gazed into his eyes and could see his approval glittering in his darkening orbs. “No, I don’t think you have, sweetie.” The strong tug on her hair let her know that she hadn’t addressed him correctly. So she quickly scrambled to correct her error. “No, sir, you haven’t.”
“Well, I apologise now for my earlier misgivings in not doing so.”
“Apology accepted.”
His hand tugged harder on her hair causing her to wince at the slight and unexpected pain. “I have also noticed, little one, that you have been awfully quiet around me all night. Care to explain why?”
No, was the immediate answer forming on her lips. However, it never came out. The truth did instead. “You don’t want me in the way that I need you to want me. If you did then you would care how I felt about you leaving your job. You would have taken the time to discuss it with me first, before blabbing about your decision to someone else as soon as I’m not in the room.”
She heard a string of curses leave his mouth then and his hand loosened slightly in her hair. “Just tell me once and for all, Mick, that you either want me in your life completely or you don’t. I can’t handle always being on the outer when it comes to you, sweetie. You know everything about me and my nasty past with my ex and yet you hold me at an arm’s length when it comes to you and your past. That’s not fair to me or to you. So make your decision and make it fast. You are either in this completely with me or you’re not. If you choose not, then I’ll walk away.”
Mary J rose from her kneeling position on the floor and then strode past him making sure she didn’t touch him on the way through. She had no real destination in where she was going, but her feet just kept on walking on down the hallway. She had almost reached their bedroom when a steel band wrapped around her waist, drawing her back against a hot, hard, and a thoroughly aroused male body. Mick crowded her against the wall so she had nowhere to go, forcing her to listen to every one of his words.
“Don’t you ever walk away from me again, Mary J.” His disapproval at her actions was evident in his growly tone. “I admit it was wrong of me to not consult you first about my continued role in the Bomb Squad unit. What I hadn’t expected though was to be railroaded by your so-called best friend in the kitchen. Yes, Chloe caught me off guard and I was a little pissed that she had the nerve to interrogate me. But you know what, sugar? She was right in everything she said to me. I won’t apologise for my actions or for keeping things from you either.”
Mary J had to hold back her groan from not only his stubborn answer but also from the feel of Mick pushing his erection against her ass. The hot heat of his steely length burned through the silk of her dress and onto her skin. She tried to push back on him but that only seemed to intensify the unguarded yearning for the devious man. God, she wanted him bad, and not in a nice vanilla way either. She wanted and needed him hard, fast, and as dirty as she could get him. She wanted Mick to lose himself in her just like she lost herself in him.
“Then you obviously don’t want to be in a relationship with me then, if that’s the way you’re going to be,” she said curtly to him.
She shivered at hearing his low snarl in her ear. Her whole body was like a damn firework ready to explode with the press of a button, and in her case the button was her clit. She ached everywhere for him with a desperation that astounded her. However, she refused to give him what he wanted and what he wanted was her forgiveness for his male stupidity. Well, he would have to work a bit hard to earn that.
He leaned in so his warm breath tickled the sensitive skin on her neck. Devious bastard! “You obviously haven’t been paying much attention to me then, sugar. Now, whose fault is that?”
Her answer of “yours” fell from her lips before she was ready to answer him. She gasped when his fingers plucked and twisted her taut nipples through her dress. She tried to bat his hands away from her achy buds, only to have him capture both of her hands in one of his larger ones.
“I know you are angry with me, Mary J, but I will not put up wit
h your insolent behaviour. Do you understand me?”
Mary J managed to get out through gritted teeth “yes, sir” to him, before she let out the breath she had been holding in.
“I think it’s time for me to prove to you once and for all that you belong only to me.”
He shocked her by biting lightly on her earlobe. The little sting caused her pussy to swell with renewed passion for him. She was so wet and ready for him it was embarrassing. She sucked in a deep breath when he stepped back from her, freeing her from him for a brief moment. His distance didn’t last long though. Before she knew what happened, Mick had her swung over his shoulder so she was looking down at the floor as he strode towards their bedroom. What waited for her when they stepped inside that room she had no clue. That didn’t stop her from fighting against his unceremonious hold on her. She kicked out at him, only to receive a hard smack right on the crease of her ass. Her butt stung and heat bloomed where his hand lay on her ass holding the warmth of his slap in.
“Put me down now, Mick. I swear to god I’ll—”
“You’ll what, punish me? Hate to be the bearer of bad news, sweetness, but I am the only one in this relationship who dishes out punishment to sassy little girls who don’t know how to behave themselves when serving their Doms.”
Mary J growled loudly at him then. He was firing up all her cylinders with his arrogant attitude and his pigheadedness. She would pay him back for his surly attitude he was throwing her way. When the time was right she would get her revenge on him. It didn’t matter to her if he was her Dom or not. Hell, it wasn’t even a consideration as thoughts of revenge raced through her mind.