So the Watcher found someone to watch and in doing so he found his own inner light and his own path.
Did it really happen that way? I like to think it does. I like to think that he needs me the same way I need him. That I too anchor him the way he does me.
We play sometimes with other people at Phoenix, but always together. There’s darkness in both of us and we don’t pretend otherwise. He’s the boy next door and I’m the girl next door, but this isn’t your typical romance. That’s okay. It works for us.
It just matters that he is there at my side. He was with me when I finally faced my fears and got tested for early onset Alzheimer’s. He was there when my mother drew her last difficult breath. It was his arms that encircled me when I cried tears of sadness because even at the end, my mother hadn’t remembered who I was.
He was next to me at the funeral as I watched her still, lifeless body, being lowered into the cold ground. His hand stayed locked in mine as we’d convened at his mother’s house and laughed and reminisced about my mother, taking comfort in the memories as best as we could.
He is my Watcher, and I am his.
Rafael waits for me as I pull up at the entrance. I’ve had to work late and Miles had smiled a mysterious smile at me when he told me he was heading to the club ahead of me. The helicopter touches down at the landing pad and I jump out. Even now, after a year of togetherness, I look for him all the time, and miss him when he’s not around.
I’ve been here so many times that I often fail to notice how grand the castle is. But today, I see all the lights blazing forth from every window, like a beacon in the dark summoning lost, wandering souls to safety and shelter. I was one of them. Not anymore. I have days of darkness, but I love and I am loved and it is enough.
“Go downstairs,” Rafael instructs me with a smile. I raise an eyebrow in suspicion. What do they have planned?
I nod my compliance and walk once more down that narrow corridor. As I walk, I feel an extreme sense of déjà vu. I’ve walked down this path many times before. But everything recedes to the background and a very familiar anticipation springs to the fore.
There are two men in the room and my heart starts to beat faster in my chest. Adam, my first partner at Club Phoenix is standing in the light. But it isn’t him that I’m reacting to. It is the man that stands in the shadows at the edge of darkness. It is the glint in his eyes as he looks at me.
“Happy anniversary, Kelly,” he smiles at me. I start in surprise at that. He’s right. I’ve lost track, but it’s been a full year since the first time I was in this dungeon. One monumental year with so much heartache and so many moments of tenderness and pleasure.
I know there’s a camera on the ceiling, and every move is being watched. Adam is standing not two paces away, but my eyes are only on my Watcher. “I thought we’d invite Adam to play with us once again,” he continues. He extends one arm out, and I take it and I squeeze it in gratitude. He is so warm. So full of life. And I love him so very much.
I should say something. I can’t speak.
Adam clears his throat, and we both jump. Miles uncurls my fingers from his and takes a half-step back. His eyes never leave mine.
“Do you submit?” The Watcher speaks the ritual words, the ones that will indicate my willingness to continue with the session.
The question lingers in the air between us.
Life can surprise me sometimes. Roads curve in on themselves and sometimes the end is just the beginning. Everything can come full circle.
The top starts spinning.
I make contact with those green eyes that hold the key to my heart. I open my mouth to answer.
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Books by Tara Crescent
New! The Assassin’s Revenge Series (Erotic, Suspenseful Romance)
Found (Book 1)
Bought (Book 2)
Freed (Book 3)
Claimed (Book 4)
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Storm Boxed Set (Episodes 1-5)
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FREE! Storm: The Hottest Guy in Hollywood (Storm Episode 1)
Storm: Kinky Valentine (Storm Episode 2)
Storm: A Road to Forgiveness (Storm Episode 3)
Storm: Tabloid Trouble (Storm Episode 4)
Storm: Home is Where the Vibrator is (Storm Episode 5)
Nights in Venice Series (BDSM Romance):
A Thief in Venice (Nights in Venice Book 1)
An Heiress in Venice (Nights in Venice Book 2)
A Starlet in Venice (Nights in Venice Book 3)
Standalone Romance:
Teaching Maya
The House of Pain
The Professor’s Pet &follow-up short The Professor’s Girlfriend
The Audition
The Watcher
Chronicles of Raan Series (BDSM Fantasy):
Chronicles of Raan
Which includes:
FREE! Magic Everywhere (Volume 1)
Raina’s Wedding (Volume 2)
Leila’s Training (Volume 3)
The Doctor Dom Series (BDSM & Medical Play):
Triage (Doctor Dom Volume 1)
Observation (Doctor Dom Volume 2)
Diagnosis (Doctor Dom Volume 3)
Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4)
Recovery (Doctor Dom Volume 5)
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Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis)
Doctor Dom Series Sequence Two (Relapse | Recovery)
Adventures of Suzie and the Alien Series (Alien Erotica):
Adventures of Suzie and the Alien (Volumes 1-5)
Which includes:
The Alien, the Doctor and the Virgin (Book 1)
The Alien Trains the Virgin (Book 2)
The Alien, the Virgin and the Warrior Queen (Book 3)
Tentacle Monsters and the Virgin (Book 4)
The Virgin Returns Home (Book 5)
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Cookin’ Up a Storm
by
Anne A. Lois
Text copyright © 2015 Anne A. Lois
All Rights Reserved
To my wonderfully kinky friends at the Erotic Collective: I am grateful to having found you through the mysteries of the web, and I love each and every one of your beautiful minds.
Chapter 1
Leaning low over the stainless-steel professional-grade countertop, I can feel my husband's eyes caressing my back as if they were his fingers, warm and lingering over my ass, that is jiggling in time to my scrubbing. I'm dying to know what delicious plans he's making in his mind for that particular part of my anatomy, while at the same time I savor the sweet promise of the unknown, which stokes the fire building deep in my belly.
We're both working as fast as we can to finish the close-up routine here, at our roof-top New York restaurant; me as always in charge of the kitchen, while Yan focuses his efforts on the seating area and the service bar. It is through the low, wide window
connecting the bar with my kitchen that I sense that hungry look of his. Our tasks keep us mostly separated, and that’s probably a good thing. Our anticipation of tonight's festivities has amplified the low-simmering attraction between us by tenfold; if we were in the same room we'd be devouring each other before we could stop ourselves.
Not that I object to having our fun in this kitchen — we've made some scorching-hot memories right over this very countertop! — but tonight we're going out — or rather, going in — to have one of our 'special nights' at Yan's cousin's playroom. If my hands weren't so busy cleaning as quickly and efficiently as possible I'm sure I could see them shaking with the heady mix of need and nerves that swells inside of me just thinking about the session to come. I can't wait!
This is the first time in our long relationship that I’d actually initiated a play session, and I went as far as calling Rye, Yan's cousin and best friend, and asking to 'borrow' the playroom! I feel ridiculously proud of my audacity. While I was pretty sure Yan would be happy about this surprise early-birthday gift, I still couldn't quite anticipate his reaction when I told him. Luckily the look of thrilled astonishment on his face and the ringing spank he delivered to my right ass cheek, along with a strangled "you naughty girl!" were everything I'd hoped for, as was the deep, toe-curling kiss that followed.
I love the way my husband kisses me, especially when he's horny.
Chapter 2
We've been together over thirty years. We married young, barely in our twenties, as is customary back home, and were lucky enough to escape the arranged-marriage tradition when Yan asked my father for my hand right at our graduation ceremony, before I was officially promised to any one of my distant relatives.
Our relationship started out as vanilla as can be. Growing up Romani in a rural, hilly area of the Balkans, meant we came into the marriage with little to no experience - except for that one horrific time when I was still a teenager, which Yan knew all about. It was hard, at first, to believe he really didn’t think any less of me because of it, but eventually his love and his steadfast, respectful manner won me over. And then, after our wedding, I’ve grown to love him all the more for his slow, patient approach to me, for his insistence on sex being a pleasurable experience for both of us, for taking the time to learn what I liked and didn’t like, and for teaching me the same about him.
Our kids came a couple of years thereafter, and for fifteen years or so sex was part of our lives, just not a very big part. It was no longer the center of our relationship; rather it was this fun interlude we would manage to squeeze in-between everything else. And yet, at the same time, our sexuality had evolved as we'd each gravitated towards our natural inclinations, though for many years it never went beyond Yan's tendency to be a little more assertive in the bedroom - and my enthusiasm in following his lead, finding it super-hot.
The bigger shift in our dynamics was almost a happy accident. Yan was booked to fly cross-Atlantic and then all the way to the US West Coast, to attend a wedding in the family. In preparation for the long flight I bought him a 'convenience package', including an inflatable pillow, a blindfold, and earplugs. But then the wedding was cancelled at the last minute, and so was the trip, and I could see Yan was sorely disappointed. So in an effort to lift his spirits I cheekily suggested he could still put the package to good use by applying it to me during sex… And boy did that do the trick!
It was the first time we had used any toys or 'played' during sex, and it was the most fun we’d had in years. We discovered that I enjoyed the heightened awareness that came with sensory deprivation, just as much as Yan loved the extra measure of control and power over me. So when Yan's 40th birthday came along a few months later I bought another toy as a birthday present, this time a pair of soft leather cuffs. From then on it became one of our favorite rituals: Every birthday, both his and mine, we would buy each other toys aimed to enhance our mutual pleasure or deepen the power exchange between us. As it's been thirteen years since then, we'd already built quite a nice collection!
Two other big milestones have marked our evolving D/s relationship: First, our immigration to the US eleven years ago that had freed us from the close scrutiny of our families back in the village, and allowed us to explore this alternative lifestyle more openly. And then, when we both were quite sure this was what we wanted, we celebrated our silver wedding five years ago with a special renewal of the vows, taking on our new roles not only as husband and wife, but also as Dom and sub. Although only one other person in attendance — Yan's cousin, Rye — knew the full meaning behind Yan's vow to "love, cherish and worship" me and mine to "love, cherish and obey" him, it was huge for us - because we knew.
Chapter 3
At long last I'm done with my closing routine. I leave the darkened, clean kitchen behind me and grab the little trolley that's been waiting patiently in the corner as I go search for my husband. I’m still wearing my cook's outfit, but the small suitcase holds a clean change of clothes for both of us, as well as several of our favorite toys. I also packed my birthday present to Yan, the non-descript cardboard box beautifully wrapped and adorned with an inch-thick, dark-red silk ribbon, complete with a beautiful bow. My heart rate quickens when I think about it.
I can't wait to see his reaction when he opens that box.
Just as I round the corner from the short hallway going into the kitchen I see Yan striding purposefully in my direction, though his steps slow down and his determined expression softens when he sees me. He comes to a halt just in front of me and raises his hand to caress my cheek and then sneak a sharp tweak of my earlobe between his thumb and forefinger, his small smile widening to a toothy grin at my little squeal.
"God but you're fun to mess with my darling… are you all done in the kitchen?"
Oh my Lord, just hearing him calling me 'his darling' in that tone of voice makes me heat up inside. Over the years this endearment had become my sub-name, and Yan’s enjoyed the freedom it’s given him to use it in public, especially since he knows how my body usually responds to hearing it… My answer to his question comes out breathy and high-pitched.
"Yes sir."
"Good. And I assume everything we need is in this trolley so we're going straight to Rye's?"
My smile widens even further. "That's right, sir."
"Hmmm, very good darling. In that case, let's get going, shall we?"
He takes the handle of the trolley from me and offers me his elbow in the most gentlemanly fashion, though the look in his eyes is anything but proper. The message there is loud and clear, letting me know exactly how devious his plans are without uttering a single word, and an excited giggle escapes my lips. We stop long enough for Yan to lock the wide door behind us while I get the elevator, and soon we're out on the street, walking the short distance across New York City’s bustling West Village towards Rye's apartment.
The weather's changed in the last couple of hours. The balmy early-summer afternoon had ripened and the humid air now hangs heavily around us, charged with energy, making me even more thankful for the proximity of our destination. It feels like the rain is just waiting for an opportune moment to break. My excitement grows with every step I take, but at the same time a small concern keeps nagging at the back of my mind. Not wanting anything to hinder the evening ahead, I decide to speak up.
"Sir, I just wanted to make sure you're okay with me… taking the initiative in setting up this session. I know I've never done it before but I just couldn't wait any longer to give you your birthday present!"
Yan pauses for a moment, making me stop and turn to face him as he takes a closer look at me. Then he resumes walking, still silent, while I follow his lead. He seems to mull my question over, until finally he answers, his calm voice reassuring me even before his words fully sink in:
"Well my darling, you know I do like to plan ahead for our sessions, so this spontaneous evening may pose some challenges as I'd need to play some of it by ear… but at the same time, how could I be upse
t with my beautiful, sexy wife wanting to submit to me so much that she can't wait a couple of days longer?" His smile widens at my relieved sigh and he continues with just a touch of threat in his tone — "To be clear, we will indeed need to work on your patience tonight. But then, I assure you I'm not in the least mad about that."
Oh!
I gasp audibly, and at the same time feel my insides clench hard. Lord but I love it when he makes me wait. I feel tiny chills playing up and down my back, raising the little hairs at the back of my neck, and it's hard not to break into a trot so that we get there sooner.
As it is, it only takes a few more minutes for us to arrive at the old red brick-house, ride the elevator to the last floor, and then take the stairs up to the roof where his studio apartment - converted from an old boiler room - is located. Every time we come here I'm impressed with the work he'd done, with my husband's help, and how they'd managed to create such a beautiful and inviting home — complete with a playroom! — and all from the dog-house it used to be.
We pause at the door, and before unlocking it Yan turns to me, smiling with his own eagerness. "So, my darling, are you ready for our session tonight?"
"Oh yes sir, I'm ready!"
He chuckles at my unabashed enthusiasm. "Good girl. What are your safe-words?"
"Yellow for check-in and Red to stop, sir."
"Good. I know you haven't used them in a long while, I just want to make sure you remember they're there, all right?"
"Yes sir. Thank you sir." Wow. How can he tell tonight could be extra challenging for me? Has he somehow seen my gift to him?
"All right my darling, let's start then. From the moment we enter this apartment our session begins and for this one I don’t want you cumming without my permission. Understand?"
"Yes sir. I will ask for your permission and will not cum unless you allow it."
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