by Ashlee Price
She throws her blouse away.
“All of it,” I say.
She takes off her bra and her panties, adding them to the pile.
Now that she’s standing completely naked in front of me, I take a moment to admire her body.
Yes, there are now stretch marks across her belly. Yes, she might have gained a bit of weight around her hips. But she’s still hot.
The fact that she’s now a mother to an amazing little girl makes her even hotter.
“Sit on the edge of the bed and touch yourself,” I order.
Without hesitation, Dani sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs.
“Wider.”
She spreads her thighs wider and I gaze between them. A lump forms in my throat and the bulge in my pants grows.
She slips her hand in between and strokes herself. A whimper escapes from her lips. Then she bends backwards and throws her head back as she slips two fingers in.
I watch intently as they move in and out of her, as they start to glisten with that sweet liquid oozing out of her.
She begins to tremble and her toes curl as her feet rise off the carpet.
“Faster,” I command.
Dani moves her hand faster and her thighs quiver. Her hips jerk forward to meet her fingers.
My cock throbs at the glorious sight.
Too glorious.
“Stop,” I tell her.
But she doesn’t. She keeps moving, her pace erratic now, her body uncontrollable. After a few moments, her hips rise off the edge of the bed as she lets out a cry that bounces off the velvet walls.
Then she sits on the floor, gasping.
I frown. “I told you to stop. What? Did you get turned on from not doing this for so long? From being watched?”
Dani says nothing. She just lifts her head to meet my gaze.
“Well?”
“Sorry, sir,” she mumbles.
“Louder.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Sorry isn’t acceptable, and you know it. Now come here.” I crook my finger at her. “You know what you have to do.”
She crawls towards me on her hands and knees and I spread my legs.
She stops right in front of me. I undo the button of my jeans and she pulls the zipper down with her teeth. I take my cock out and she opens her mouth wide.
I grab her hair and pull her forward, shoving my cock into her mouth and down her throat. She makes a gagging sound and tears spill out of her eyes. A trail of saliva dribbles down her chin.
I hold her fast, closing my eyes as I savor the sensation of her throat constricting around me. She swallows, and the heat spreads from my cock to the rest of my body.
I let her hair go and she moves her head back and forth. My cock glides across her tongue.
I want to shoot right in that wicked mouth of hers, the very mouth I’ve trained to please me. But not today.
There’s something else I want more.
“Enough,” I tell Dani and she pulls away.
She wipes her tears as she takes gulps of air.
I grab her arm and throw her on the bed. I grab a coil of rope and hastily tie her wrists. Then I push her to her side and lift one of her legs while straddling the other.
I enter her with one thrust and she lets out a soft cry. I reach for her nub and strum it and she shivers.
I play with her nipple as I thrust inside her at a steady pace, penetrating her deeply, then with her clit. Then I pull my cock out and tease that nub of flesh with my swollen, wet tip.
She moans. I let out a grunt as well.
I may be teasing her, but I’m also near the brink. The tip of my cock leaks.
“Please…” she begs. “Sir.”
I push my cock inside of her and she screams into her arm. I put her on her back and thrust inside her as she shudders.
I lift her feet up in the air as I pound into her. Then I bend her nearly in half and spill myself inside her.
She gasps, squeezing around me as I tremble.
When my body grows still, I pull out of her and untie her wrists. I kiss those wrists reverently.
“Are you hurt?” I ask her.
“No, sir.”
I reach for her collar to take it off, but she holds my wrist. “Leave it… a little longer.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “You’re being naughty, aren’t you?”
She grins. “I’m just feeling a little… rebellious. I haven’t told the others, but being a mother is hard. Sometimes I feel broken. Sometimes I feel like I’m not myself anymore.”
“Shh.” I stroke her hair. “Motherhood is hard, but you’re doing exceptionally well.”
“Am I?”
I nod and plant a kiss on her forehead. “And don’t worry. You can be naughty whenever you’re with me. I’ll just have to punish you.”
She grins. “That’s fine.”
I feel a burst of pride as I stroke her cheek.
Really, I’ve ended up with an amazing woman.
Epilogue Five
Dani
One more year later…
I stand on the balcony and gaze out into the blue ocean as the wind blows through my hair. In the distance, I can hear the music from the party celebrating the soft opening of Solstice, the island wellness resort my sister and I own. I just need a moment by myself to take everything in.
It’s all too much to take in, after all.
“I was wondering where you’d disappeared to,” Cora’s voice barges into my thoughts moments before she stands beside me. “Is something wrong, honey?”
“I just wanted to pinch myself to see if all this is real.”
She pinches my arm.
“Ouch!” I rub it.
Cora shrugs. “You said you wanted to be pinched.”
“Figuratively, not literally,” I tell her.
“You’re right, though,” she says. “It all feels unreal. Even I can’t believe we finally have the wellness resort we dreamed of. Then again, there have been a lot of things going on lately that I can’t believe, like Zeke making a full recovery, you enjoying married life with a superstar like Kaleb Wilson and three more successful, hot men on the side…”
I place a hand on my hip and narrow my eyes at her. “Are you jealous?”
“No.”
I bunch up my eyebrows.
“Okay. I’m a bit jealous,” Cora admits. “But I am very happy for you. You’re finally living your life the way you want it.”
I nod. I am happy. I’ve found my place, my purpose.
My life is finally complete.
No. It’s overflowing.
“Mommy!”
I turn my head to see Solstice running towards me, her red curls bouncing off her shoulders.
“Honey.” I scoop her in my arms and place her on my hip. “What’s wrong?”
“Can’t we eat yet? I’m hungry.”
Cora chuckles. “Well, at least she has an appetite. Zoe didn’t have one at her age. I had to force the food inside her mouth.”
“She must get it from Kaleb,” I say.
“Can we?” Solstice repeats.
“Okay, darling.” I turn away from the balustrade. “Let’s go get the party started. You know it can’t start without you and me. And especially you.”
“Because the place is named after me.”
I touch her nose. “You bet.”
I carry her back inside but pause at the top of the stairs. It seems the party has already started. Everyone is chattering happily. I can see Melanie chatting with Reilly’s mother. I can see Noah’s mother chatting with someone else. I can see a few celebrities I’ve met before, some of whom I now call friends. I can see some of Hector’s powerful friends, too.
But my gaze falls on the four men downstairs—Noah in that blue jacket over his black shirt, Reilly in white and blue, Hector in his suit and Kaleb in his black shirt and his khakis.
The men in my life. And they’re all wonderful.
Just looking
at them, my heart almost bursts.
I don’t know how I can live without them, any of them.
They look up, one by one, as if sensing my presence.
I put Solstice down and we descend the stairs to join them, I in my blue dress and Solstice in white and yellow.
I can’t wait to tell them that I’m expecting another baby.
Like before, I don’t know exactly who the father is, but I don’t care and it doesn’t matter. I know what we have is unconventional. I know it’s a secret we all have to keep.
But I don’t care.
As it turns out, I don’t need a man in my life. I need four.
And I’m perfectly happy with that.
~The End~
More from Ashlee Price
Bad Boy Exposed
Part 1: Camilla
Camilla Loring has the perfect life and the perfect job. She hasn’t found her soul mate yet, but she has a good feeling about Jesse, the new guy that she’s dating. It’s a fresh romance, and Camilla wants something perfect to wear to their third date. This is the date where she’s ready to see how compatible they really are, and the only thing missing is the dress.
When she goes to one of her favorite shops in the mall, the owner helps her find the perfect dress for her big night out. If Jesse doesn’t fall for her in this dress, there’s nothing else she can do! The blue garment is perfect, and when she slips it on she can feel how right it is.
Then something happens that will change her life forever. Nothing is ever going to be the same after her perfect world comes crashing down when the first gunshot rings out.
Chapter 1 – Camilla
“How are you doing, Marge?”
“Not too bad. What are you looking for today?”
I shrugged. We both knew what I was there for. Chandral’s only sold dresses, and the ones they carried were the type of dresses that were supposed to make men drool. I was there because I wanted to do the same thing.
“So who is the lucky guy?”
“Someone from work.”
She assumed that I meant a colleague, and when she asked for details I skirted the question. I knew that I couldn’t admit that I was dating a client. That was not okay, and I didn’t even like to admit it to myself. It was unethical at the very least.
“Does he have a friend?”
“I can ask.”
Marge tossed her hair back, and I regretted cutting mine for the third time this week. I still didn’t know what I was thinking when I hacked it off into a bob. It was easier, lightweight, but I missed the simple things like she was doing then.
“Well, come on, Camilla. There are some new ones in the back that just came in. I know that you’ll like them. The blue is really going to make those eyes of your pop out.”
I’d been coming to the store for several years, since moving to the city, and I trusted her opinion. She dressed me better than I dressed myself, and I was more than willing to give up the responsibilities. Following her to the back room where the inventory was, I instantly knew which dress she was talking about.
“What do you think?”
It was beautiful. There were no two ways around it. The light blue material was heavily beaded in the most interesting pattern. The only thing that was hard to deal with – or imagine myself wearing – was the cut itself. It was long, but there were two slits on the side that made me blush. I wasn’t sure how that was going to be managed.
Marge must have seen my look, because she assured me that with my legs, it would be wrong not to wear it.
“It was made for you, Camilla. If I looked the way you do, I would rock this.”
I didn’t know if she was trying to convince me or just sell me something for the commission. It didn’t matter, because we both knew that I was going to try it on. I was still fingering the material because it was so soft.
“I’ll go slip it on. What would I wear underneath it?” I was still looking at the slits and trying to figure it out. Would I be able to pull that off, or was I going to have a major wardrobe malfunction? Both seemed possible.
“You go try it on and I’ll see what we have in the front that would work.”
I thanked her and made my way to the changing room in the back of the store. There was no one else back there, and since there was only one changing room, I was happy that I didn’t have to wait. Even though Chandral’s was in the mall, Marge was still trying to keep it simple. It was located at the end, and it was one of the smaller shops. Her clothes and opinion were worth the wait.
Shutting the door, I moved to look in the mirror and noticed that I had a little darkness under my eyes. The dreams were keeping me up again. I knew in my mind that it was just a dream, but the aftereffects were that I could never get back to sleep, instead staying up watching late night television till my eyes burned.
“I really need to get some sleep.” I didn’t want Jesse to see me like this.
Sighing to myself and the reflection that I was sure was just trying to make me feel worse, I started to undress. If this couldn’t make me feel better, nothing else was going to.
It felt as good as it looked, and Marge was right, like always. It fit me like a glove. The color made my own blue eyes pop, and the darkness underneath them seemed to go away. The smile on my lips was hard to deny. I felt good in this dress, really good. It was the one that I wanted Jesse to see me in. I wanted him to look at me, not as how he knew me, but just as a woman who desired him.
My hands were going to the back zipper to pull it down when I heard a loud sound. It sounded like there was some yelling and then something like a car backfiring, a sickening sounding pop. If that had been the only one, I would have thought that it was something else, but then it became clear that it wasn’t something benign. The sounds were gunfire. When I heard the screams that followed, I was sure that I knew what was going on. Someone was in Chandral’s shooting.
I was in the far back, and each pop that went off seemed to get louder and louder. My heart was beating so hard in my chest that I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to hear anything over it. I wasn’t going to know when whoever was wielding the gun was back there with me, because my stupid heart was going to explode out of my chest.
Holding my breath, I tried desperately to slow it down, straining to hear what was going on. As I looked at the door, I saw the large gap between it and the floor and I realized that I had to get off of the ground. All I could think about was my feet being seen and me being the target of the next shot that rang out. I stopped counting at eleven. How many bullets did a gun even hold?
It didn’t matter when I heard the footsteps outside of the door. They didn’t stop like I feared, just kept going to the back. I’d jumped up on the small bench, hoping that I could somehow melt into the wall and disappear.
The gunman came back past me and two more shots rang out before I saw the shadow of his feet. The black boots were polished well; there wasn’t a scuff on them. It was all I could see of the gunman, and those boots were burned into my mind. It was only a second or two that I saw them, but it felt like forever. I was waiting for them to stop and then to see the door kicked in. When it didn’t happen, I couldn’t bring myself to believe it.
The shots were now less frequent, and so were the screams. An eerie silence went through the place, and it was several heartbeats before I heard another pop. I didn’t know if he was out of bullets, reloading, or running out of victims. I thought the latter when I heard the sound next, further away, like he was going to another part of the mall. The noise continued, getting a little fainter each time. The man was not out of bullets, although the sound did change, like it wasn’t the same gun.
I didn’t care how far away he sounded. There was no way that I was ever going to come out of that little tiny room. I stood there, silent as a mouse, listening for more shots and more shouts of pain. I was never going to leave that spot again. My feet were frozen in place and I knew that I wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter
2 – Camilla
“Is there anyone else in here?”
I didn’t know how long it had been since I’d heard a myriad of gunshots and then silence. It might have only been ten minutes, but it felt like hours. I was waiting for the shooting to keep going, waiting for those horrid boots to come back. I was waiting to die, but instead I heard the same voice a little closer. It sounded like a police officer, and when I saw the boots underneath the door, I knew that it was a cop.
“I’m in here.”
The boots stopped, and for a split second I wondered if I’d done the right thing. What if it wasn’t a cop and I’d just given myself away? What if I’d guessed wrong?
“Miss?”
The door knob jiggled, but I still didn’t move from my perch on the small seat. I was still frozen in place, and it was only when the voice got louder that I even considered getting down.
“Are you locked in there?”
“No, I, uh, let me get the lock.”
It took me several moments to get out of there, and I could tell that the voice on the other side was getting impatient with me. I didn’t want to come out, and his gruff voice was the one thing that finally got me into gear.
Moving the lock to the left, I just waited for another minute or two until I got the courage to open the door. Relief washed over me when I saw the uniform and the concerned look on his face. I must have looked a state. I felt like I was a mess. If my outside was anything like the inside, I should have been a wreck.
“Are you okay, Miss? Were you shot?”
I looked down at my body like it was an idea that I hadn’t thought of. I would know if I’d been shot, right?
“Yes, I’m okay. I didn’t feel anything.”
I checked what I could see of my backside and confirmed that the dress was still as unmarred as when I got it from the rack. If only I could say the same for my soul. I didn’t feel like I’d been saved from that injury.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded my head that I was sure, although I still didn’t move out of the small space towards the police officer in uniform. I didn’t want to go anywhere. That changing room had kept me safe.