by Tara Sue Me
“Feel this,” he whispered, and moved our hands slightly so I felt him pushing in and out of me. “Feel me fuck you. Feel me as you come all over me. Squeezing me deep inside. Like you don’t ever want me to leave your body.”
His words were just the thing I needed to send me soaring over the cliff into my climax.
“There we go,” he said, still pumping his hips. He grunted as he went deep. “Come hard for me. Never get tired of feeling you come apart.” He held still inside while he rode out his own release.
He gently let go of my hands and rubbed my shoulders, slipping down the front of me to cup my breasts. “Sore?”
“Only pleasantly so, Master.” The dull ache of my nipples and between my legs was a welcome reminder of what we’d just shared.
“Come here.” He pulled me back to sit in his lap. From beside the chair, he took a warm blanket and draped it over my shoulders.
I sighed as contentment settled over me like the blanket. The intimacy of our time by the rail carried over to the chair and I snuggled deeper into arms. Usually, he’d hold me, but I lifted my head slightly and found his lips waiting to take mine in a kiss.
It was soft and gentle and he spoke in whispers against my mouth before cupping my head and slanting his own so he could kiss me fully. I lifted my arms to encircle his neck, feeling his muscles and basking in his warmth. He parted his lips and I followed, kissing him long and deep.
He pulled back and gave me a last quick kiss on the lips. “Better stop for a while. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“You couldn’t be in better shape, Master.” He certainly had the stamina of a teenager.
His forehead crinkled a bit as he smiled. “Thank you, my lovely.”
I ran a hand down his chest, frowning slightly when I realized he still had his shirt on. “Of course, I could get a much better look and make a more accurate observation if you’d take your shirt off.”
“You do it.”
I looked around for a clock. “How long do we have the room, Master?”
“For as long as we want.”
“Good.” I kissed his neck. “Then I can take my time.”
He let my hands wander down his chest and I caressed him through the material. Teasing him. It wasn’t often when I wore his collar that I had free rein to touch him any way I wanted. The shirt he had on was a light blue dress one. I started at the top and unbuttoned the first button, leaning in to lick the skin it exposed.
“You taste good, Master.”
“Probably taste like salt.”
“Whatever it is, I could taste it every day and not grow tired of it.”
He chuckled lightly, but sucked in a breath when I undid the second button and nipped the skin. “Fuck, Abigail.”
“We did that already, Master.”
“Keep that up and we’ll be doing it again. Sooner rather than later.”
I kept my mouth to myself while I undid the rest of his buttons. I found, however, that once he was all unbuttoned, I couldn’t stop myself. I dropped my head and inhaled the scent of him, reminding me of oak and cedar.
He let out his breath in a low hiss. “Your breath is so warm.”
“Are you cold, Master?”
“Not with you in my lap. It’s only when you take a deep breath like that, it’s all hot and I imagine it lower.”
“I can go lower.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “I know you can.”
And since I had his collar on, if he wanted me to, he’d tell me. But for whatever reason, he seemed content with the way things were, so I stayed in his lap. With one fingertip, I traced one of his nipples, watching as gooseflesh pebbled his skin. He still didn’t tell me to stop, so I lowered my head and licked along the path my finger had taken. Then I sucked as much as I could into my mouth and bit him lightly.
He shifted in his seat but didn’t move.
“What are you thinking, Master?” It was a question he asked me often in the middle of a scene.
“Thinking about how much longer I’m going to sit here and let you play with me.”
“What have you decided?” I asked, nibbling along his neck once more.
“I’m not sure. I’m certainly enjoying your hands on me at the moment.”
And for the rest of our time in the private room, we stayed like that. Me in his lap, simply enjoying being close to each other and letting our fingers tease and touch. A simple way to pass the time and yet one we didn’t take advantage of often enough.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed on the balcony, but by the time we left, the night had grown darker and most of the partygoers below had left. And though we hadn’t done anything public, I felt satisfied and blissful.
Chapter Eight
ABBY
A few days after the tri-state meeting, I’d just sat down at my laptop to do research on an upcoming blog post when my phone rang. It was a New York number I didn’t recognize. I glanced at the clock—just after two. Both kids would probably sleep for at least another thirty minutes.
“Hello,” I said.
“Abby?” The voice was friendly, but I didn’t recognize it any more than I did the phone number.
“Yes.”
“This is Lynne. How are you doing?”
“Oh, Lynne, hey. I didn’t recognize your voice. How are you?” Lynne belonged to our New York BDSM group. We weren’t what I would call close friends, but we were more than passing acquaintances. Before the move, some months ago, her Dom, Simon, had participated in a scene Nathaniel set up in Wilmington.
“To tell you the truth, I’ve been better,” she said with a sigh. “That’s why I’m calling.”
Her reply made me curious about why she called. “What can I do to help?”
“You remember I worked as an admin for a legal firm, right?” she asked.
“Yes, sure,” I said. The firm wasn’t one of the largest in the city, but it was well known and had an impressive staff.
“They’ve had a rough few months and have decided to cut jobs. I’ve been let go as of last Friday.”
“Oh, Lynne, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Already my mind was spinning with how I’d be able to help. Nathaniel was my first thought. Surely with a corporation as large as his, he’d be able to find something for her to do.
“I’ve actually decided it’s the kick in the pants I needed to push me to do what I’ve been wanting to do.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“I’ve always dreamed of being a teacher, but I never did anything about it. Now I’m thinking that maybe I should. I can’t right now, obviously. I mean, I don’t even have a job and I don’t have the money saved for school. But I heard you were looking for a nanny.”
It took my brain a few seconds to catch up with her words. “Yes,” I finally said. “Yes, we are.”
“If you haven’t found anyone, I’d appreciate the opportunity to interview for the position.”
“The position is still available.” We had yet to find someone we connected with who also connected with Elizabeth and Henry. “You know we’re living part-time in Wilmington, Delaware, now?”
“Yes, I have family about twenty miles from there. So I’m familiar with the area.”
The more I thought about it, the more and more I liked the idea of Lynne working for us as a nanny. I’d always liked her, and having someone in the lifestyle would make many things easier for us. “Are you free this weekend?” I asked. “Would you be willing to come to Delaware to meet with me and Nathaniel and be introduced to Elizabeth and Henry?”
“This weekend would be perfect!” Her voice nearly hummed with relief.
“Great! Let me confirm a time with Nathaniel and I’ll e-mail you details.” No sooner had I spoken the words than a thought hit me. “What will Simon think about you being in Wilmington?”
She didn’t answer and the silence was so absolute I looked at the phone to make sure she hadn’t hung up.
“Simon broke up with me,” she fi
nally said.
“Oh, Lynne, I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“I know we were only together for a little while, but I really liked him. We tried playing a bit, but he said I wasn’t ready. He thought I wasn’t really a submissive.”
I didn’t know Simon very well, but it didn’t sound like him to break up with her so suddenly. Something else must’ve been going on with them—or at least with him.
She sighed. “I don’t know what I did wrong. And then when I asked him about it, he wouldn’t talk.”
“That really doesn’t sound like Simon. Something’s going on. I’ll have to talk with Nathaniel.” Nathaniel knew him better than I did, so I hoped he might be able to find out what was going on.
“Oh no, don’t do that. I don’t want Simon to know I was talking about him.”
“He won’t know. I’ll just ask Nathaniel if he knows what’s going on.” She didn’t say anything, so I continued, “I promise Simon won’t know you were talking about him.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” The monitor at my desk crackled with Henry’s babbles. “I have to go, kids are up. I’ll be in touch.”
I jogged up the stairs, elated because I was willing to bet I’d just found our nanny.
Later that night, after the kids were asleep, Nathaniel and I were relaxing together by the indoor pool. We’d just finished doing laps and were sitting in our deck chairs, both wrapped in robes. We’d turned on a few low lights and lit some candles I kept out by the pool, so the room was bathed in simmering shadows.
“Something must have happened with Simon,” he agreed after I told him about my conversation with Lynne. “I only wish I knew what.”
“When was the last time you talked with him?”
“I hate to admit how long it’s been,” he said, shaking his head. “I haven’t kept up with anyone the way I should. Especially those in our New York BDSM group.”
“Please don’t tell him Lynne called. I promised we wouldn’t let him know she had mentioned him to me.”
“I won’t. I’ll just call him to catch up. I’ve been meaning to do it anyway.” He ran a towel over his hair, drying it further. “I think it’d make a lot of sense if we hired her to be our nanny and she moved in with us. That way she can put aside money for school instead of paying rent. And she’s familiar with the lifestyle…” I nodded at his reasoning. “So she wouldn’t be surprised if she came across us doing something in the middle of the night or if she stumbled into the living room and saw you kneeling at my feet while we watched the news.”
“Exactly,” I said.
“Why don’t you call her tomorrow and see when she can come meet with us and the kids? If she doesn’t get along with them, there’s no reason to move forward.”
“This is going to work out. I just have a feeling.”
“I hope you’re right. It would make things easier for us.”
“There is one more thing,” I said. “I want to hire Jeff to do a background. I mean, I’ve always liked her and she was in our New York group, so you would think everything’s fine, but we really don’t know her that well…”
“You can never be too safe. I agree. Let me know what she says after you talk to her and I’ll have Jeff run a preliminary before she comes to Wilmington. If that one comes out well, we’ll have her sign paperwork for a more in-depth one.”
I nodded. “That would make me feel a lot better. I’m glad you don’t think I’m being too cautious.”
“There’s no such thing when it comes to my family’s safety.”
His voice was low and gruff and turning me on. Especially the way he was sitting, all wet and half-naked. I glanced up at the clock. Only nine forty-five. Not too late …
“Come here for a minute.” His voice was downright husky now and I forgot all about the clock.
Perplexed, I walked over to his chair and he scooted over to make room for me.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I set the video camera up in the bedroom.” His fingers untied my bikini top and pinched a nipple.
My mouth grew dry. Holy hell, I loved it when he set up a camera. “You did?”
He pinched harder.
“Oh God, Nathaniel …”
He dipped his head and nibbled my neck while he slipped a hand between my legs and teased the material aside so he could stroke my entrance.
“Go upstairs and wait for me on the bed.”
I groaned. He was making me feel too good to stop and move upstairs. But he had the camera set up and I knew that would be fun, so I made myself move away from him and took my time getting to our room. While I walked, I thought about how I was going to act.
He found me a few minutes later, standing at the foot of the bed.
“I thought I said on the bed?” he asked, arms crossed.
“Don’t want to,” I said. I didn’t have his collar on and I felt like playing hard to get. “I don’t want you to fuck me.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
I winked at him, then said, “You better let me out of this room.”
He took two long steps to me and put his hand around my throat. Not tight, but there. “You’re not going anywhere, naughty virgin maiden. I’ve captured you and you’re going to bend over that bed and let me fuck you.”
Barbarian and captured virgin maiden … we hadn’t done that one in a while.
“Please, Sir,” I said, batting my eyelashes. “If my betrothed finds out I’m not pure, he won’t marry me.”
“Not my problem, wench,” he said, getting into his role. “Your father should have thought about that before he allowed you to go off by yourself into the woods.” He swept a finger across my breast. “And he should have warned you about the dangers of swimming naked.”
“I didn’t know anyone was watching.”
“I don’t believe you. I think you knew I was there.”
“I didn’t. I—”
“Silence,” he said. “You’re mine now and you have to serve me.”
“But, Sir.” I blinked my eyes. “I’m a virgin maiden. I don’t know how.”
“I’ll instruct you. And if you do a good job, I’ll keep you to myself. Do a poor job and I’ll give you over to my guards to do with you what they want.”
“No, anything but that.” I tried to look properly subdued. “Tell me what to do, Sir.”
He pointed to the floor. “Kneel here and remove my drawers.”
I snickered. “Your drawers? Have you turned into a dresser?”
“Knickers?” he suggested.
“Maybe loincloth?” We both laughed, and I moved to my knees and pulled his bathing suit down over his hips, revealing his erection. I gasped. “My heavens, Sir. What is that?”
“It’s my cock.”
“It’s so big. Why’s it standing up like that?”
“It has to be hard and stand up so I can push it inside your pussy.”
I kept my eyes on his massive length. “My what?”
“Your sex. The hole between your legs.”
“The one tingling right now?” I asked.
“Yes. That tingle is your body getting your sex ready to take my cock inside you.”
“I don’t think it’ll fit. It’s huge. Surely it’ll split me open.”
“It’ll be tight and I’ll have to push hard.” He fisted himself and I swore he grew bigger. “No doubt it’ll hurt when I break through your maidenhead, but you will allow me to do it and you will take my cock all the way inside.”
“Let’s say you’re able to get that thing inside me. What will you do then?”
“Touch it,” he commanded, ignoring my question. “Feel how hard it is.”
I reached out and ran my finger around the head. “I touched it. Now tell me what happens once it’s inside me.”
“Call it by its name. It’s a cock. Not that thing.”
“Please, Sir. Tell me what happens once your cock is inside me?”
“Very good,” he
said. “That’s when the real fun starts. Then I get to fuck you. And I’m going to fuck you hard and as deep as possible. And you will not be pure and your betrothed will not marry you, but you won’t care because you’ll only care about my cock from this day forward.”
“Please, Sir. No.”
“I’m tired of this conversation. My cock is hard and ready. I’ll fuck you now or give you over to the guards. The decision is yours.”
“Please don’t make me. It won’t fit.”
“Enough. I’ll call the guards to take you away so they can all take turns fucking you.”
I made my eyes wide. “No, Sir. Please. Not that. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“I’ll do anything, Sir.”
“Very well. First, you’re going to kiss my cock and then I’ll show you how I’ll fuck your pussy by taking your mouth. After that you’re going to bend over the bed so I can take you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But that’s not all. You said anything. So you’re also going to offer your ass to me.”
I faltered just a bit. There wasn’t any lube out. Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t get some out of a drawer. I knew he’d never take my ass without it, but the thought pulled me out of my role for a minute.
“Guard!” he said with a smirk.
I jumped, not expecting him to call out like that. But one look at his face and I knew he’d said that about my ass because he knew it’d stun me momentarily. I could have begged him not to call the guards, but since I’d already done that a few times, I decided to do something to momentarily stun him.
I gave him a smirk of my own, leaned forward, and kissed the head of his cock. “Mmm, you taste like cotton candy, Sir. Do all cocks taste like sweet sugary treats?”
He choked out a laugh. “Come here,” he said, pulling me up from the floor and gathering me in his arms. He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me close for a kiss.
“No more barbarian?” I said against his lips.
“Not right now.” He nibbled my ear. “Maybe later.”