Steven

by Suzy Shearer

  This time he spread her legs and once more pushed his cock deep inside her cunt. When he was fully seated, he removed the other clamp. As he suspected, she came. Those cunt muscles refused to let go of his cock as he tried to thrust in and out. She was flailing her head back and forth, yelling incoherently. It was all Steven needed to come again. He felt his cum fill her as he took the almost fragile nipple in his mouth. Sucking hard and laving it, caressing it, he felt Avril's heart slowly return to a more normal rhythm, her breathing relaxing from the rapid pants. They lay basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. He held her hand, their fingers intertwined as they lay.

  "I'm sorry, Kitten."

  "Sorry? What now? More bites?"

  "Yes, but I promised you six orgasms and I think you only got five."

  She grinned.

  "I doubt my body could handle another. My clit is damn sensitive."

  "Oh, Kitten! I'm sorry, let me make it better."

  Before she could answer he moved to settle between her legs. Gently licking, he caressed the swollen red nub with his tongue, then sucked. He felt her fingers on his shoulders, digging in as he continued his ministrations.

  "Steven!" she screamed.

  He glanced up but continued to lick and suck. Her eyes were wide, her breath rapid again, her fingers tightening as he sucked harder. She yelped and came in his mouth. Delighted, he licked and sucked her cunt, her clit, her sodden lips, drinking in the sweet nectar until he felt her orgasm recede.

  "Six," he said with a satisfied smirk.

  She lay gasping, her mouth open, but she did shake her head and grin. Getting to his feet, Steven went into the bathroom to run a bath. Going back to Avril, he dragged the stockings and the ruins of her panties off then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

  "Steven! Put me down."

  "Me caveman, you my woman."

  She thumped him on his back, so he bit her bum, which made her start laughing. Getting into the tub, he lowered her, then settled in front of her. She looked wonderful. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed, those nipples were still an angry red, and he knew her back and ass were covered in welts. She had the glow of a well-satisfied woman. She splashed his face.

  "What's that smug grin for?"

  "I'm glad I could live up to my promise."

  "I doubt you could have wrung another from my body. I’m honestly that drained and relaxed."

  Steven twisted her, that way she could lie against his chest.

  "You just lay there, Kitten, I'll take care of you."

  "I know you will. You always will."

  "I promise."

  He washed her and himself, and they lay until the water became cool. Getting to his feet, he helped Avril from the bath then wrapped her in a towel. Treating her like a precious piece of porcelain, he dried her, then carried her into their bedroom and settled her on the bed. He picked up the gorgeous wedding gown and, going back into the playroom, carefully draped it over the bench. He gathered his own clothes and put them alongside. They'd worry about them tomorrow. They weren’t flying out until Monday morning. When he went back to the bedroom, Avril had fallen asleep, so he climbed into bed alongside her and she snuggled into him as she usually did.

  It took him a while to sleep. A jumble of thoughts flitted around his head. Their wedding, the night's play, and the first night he'd seen her. He recalled that second night when she'd been angry at him for asking questions. He'd fallen hard for her then as she stood and railed at him. Her anger shaking her body, she’d seemed like a queen—his queen.

  He remembered the plane crash, remembered how he’d honestly believed he was going to die and all he could think of was Avril. He'd actually cried thinking they would never be together. Then he'd passed out from the pain and loss of blood, thinking that was the end. Her name was on his lips as everything had gone dark. To say he was amazed, overjoyed, to find himself alive would have been a gross understatement. The doctors had actually told him his heart had gone into overdrive when the paramedics had arrived and they had to make him calm down, threatening him all sorts of medical treatments if he didn't.

  Yes, his life from now on would be perfect. With Avril by his side there was nothing they couldn't do. She was his rock, his love, his masochist.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  They arrived back home on Wednesday, October eighth. Warren had arranged one of their charter flights to bring them back, and he had a car at the airfield so Barry could drive them to their house. Both had thoroughly enjoyed their honeymoon, but both were glad to be home. Although they'd managed to play, it simply wasn't the same as being in their own house or at the club. They spent Thursday with Steven's parents before sending them out of state to visit friends on the Friday morning.

  Avril was sad, tears in her eyes as she said, "I'm going to miss you both."

  "We'll spend a week with you in two weeks before we go back to Italy. Steven's promised to celebrate Vincent's eightieth birthday before we go, so make sure he doesn't forget."

  "I won't forget, Mom, don't worry. I'm going to arrange something special for Dad. You don't have to do a thing. We'll have a great party."

  They bid the parents a fond farewell. Steven had one of his charter aircraft flying them across country, and he knew Avril was upset to see them go. He had spoken to his parents before the honeymoon about moving back, and both had said they would consider it. Steven hadn't spoken any more about it but had his fingers crossed.

  He hadn't told Avril. It would break her heart if it didn't happen, but this morning just before they'd gotten onto the plane, his father had whispered to Steven that they had definitely decided to come back. He and Gloria had spoken at length while the others were on their honeymoon. In the end they decided it made perfect sense to move back. They both missed being with Steven, and now they had a daughter to spoil. They had decided they would sell the villa.

  "It will take us a couple of months to get our affairs in order and organize the villa."

  "I'm damn happy, Dad."

  "I think we should be here by the end of January, at the very latest. That's only three months away."

  They already had an agent searching for a property for them to buy near Steven's.

  "We've told him what we're looking for and what area, and he's promised to keep in touch. Once he finds anything suitable, I told him to contact you and you and Avril could check it out for us."

  "I will, Dad. You have no idea how glad I am, and Avril will be over the moon when I tell her."

  Vincent told Steven he and Gloria would tell Avril themselves when they came back for a couple of days before they flew home to Italy.

  "Promise you won't tell her, we really want to surprise her."

  "I promise."

  He was very happy. His parents were both getting older and less steady on their feet, and his mother would be seventy-eight next birthday. He knew how much Avril liked them, and they her, so the knowledge they would soon be living back in the area made him extremely happy and at peace. He'd always worried they would get ill or fall and he’d be stuck on the other side of the world.

  A final round of hugs and kisses then they were off. They went back home feeling a little flat, but George soon had them smiling again. George had greeted them as if they'd been away for ten years at the very least when they first arrived home. Now back from the airport, they spent half an hour playing fetch and reassuring him they were really home.

  "Shall we go to the club tonight?"

  "I'd like to. I've missed everyone."

  "Me too. I shouldn't have insisted no one contact us. I wonder how they all are."

  "Ha-ha, I knew you'd miss them, too. I told you not to tell them that."

  "Yeah, you were right, Kitten, but I didn't want them interrupting anything."

  Avril took Steven's face between her hands and kissed him. "I love you, Mr. Bray."

  "Love you, too, Mrs. Bray."

  They had a light meal, and then Avril dressed in a
corset and her kimono while Steven pulled on his leathers. They drove to the club, and Stan greeted them warmly when they entered.

  "Hey, you two. How was Italy?"

  "It was wonderful, Stan. We loved it."

  "We've missed you here."

  Avril put her shoes and bag in her locker while Steven chatted with Stan. She rejoined the men, and then she and Steven entered the club. They wandered through the bar area and into the lounge to see Kaden sitting with Peter and Renata. The three leapt to their feet, and there were hugs and laughs all round. Finally, they were able to sit and relax. Kaden flopped down on one of the couches alongside Avril and Steven.

  "Hey, welcome back. You'll never guess what's been happening."

  The End

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  BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER

  HER DOM’S SECRET PAST

  Suzy Shearer

  Copyright © 2018

  Chapter One

  Anabelle

  After I’d unpacked and had a cuppa, it was finally time to do nothing more than relax. I’d come to a nice secluded private beach resort to recharge for a few weeks. The landowner had built seven luxury villas along a one and a half kilometer of beautiful beach shoreline, each villa separated by plenty of trees and shrubs. From every place it was impossible to see another, and it gave the impression of being in the middle of nowhere and all alone. Exactly what I needed. It was mid-May, Monday the fourteenth, to be exact. Two whole weeks of relaxation. When I’d signed in and collected my key, I’d been told two villas had occupants—a couple who would be leaving the next day while the only other villa in use was booked from tomorrow until my last week.

  Perfect!

  These were not the sort of cabins you’d find in a caravan park—these were the epitome of luxury. Each one as large as a two-bedroom house, fitted out with no expense spared. I’d been assured that nothing was too much trouble. The manager had confidently told me if there was anything I wanted, all I needed do was pick up the house phone and it would be delivered—twenty-four hours a day.

  In the online brochure, when I had been searching for somewhere to stay, the villas had looked lovely, but now, in real life, they were even better. Large, discretely hidden among the trees, the whole front open to the beach and a “couples or singles only” policy. I was assured the place was safe and secure. I could confidently leave the building open with no concerns of anything being stolen or of anyone entering.

  Built on the headland, and open to the general public, was also a restaurant tucked at the entrance to the complex.

  I’d parked my car in the undercover garage, gone up the stairs, and walked onto the long, wide, covered patio facing out onto the clean sands of the beach, complete with a table, chairs, sun lounges, and a barbecue. With each step, my body unwound from the tight spring I’d kept it in for over a year. While unlocking the glass front door, I discovered I could push the whole front wall of glass to one side and it folded magically away.

  The entire house was open planned with large, polished off-white floor tiles except for the bedroom and bathroom.

  A split level meant I had to go up three stairs to the kitchen, a sleek masterpiece of dark wood and light marble. A well-appointed pantry was hidden away and a big double-doored fridge was well-stocked with food. When booking, I’d been asked about my food preferences, foods liked and disliked. It meant looking into this pantry and fridge was like looking into my own. Milk, fresh meat if I ate it, and vegetables would be delivered every three days—perfect. Freshly baked breads, cakes, and pastries would be delivered daily—all I needed to do was ring in my order early in the morning.

  A beautiful fruit basket stood on the counter with three bottles of Moscato, my choice, as well as a lovely arrangement of fresh flowers. I put the Moscato in the fridge after picking a tuberose from the vase and tucking it behind my ear.

  One side of the house had sliding doors which opened onto a small tiled patio with a heated lap pool and a Jacuzzi. I’d definitely be taking advantage of them!

  Investigating further, I went up a dozen steps leading into an enormous bedroom with a king-sized bed. A thick, plush, and very soft beige carpet had me scrunching up my toes in delight. I stood with my back to the bed then flopped backward onto it, a huge grin on my face. More gifts—chocolates on the bed bounced across it as I landed on a fluffy bathrobe. The view of the beach took up the whole glass wall which could also be pushed aside. Getting to my feet, I ate one of the chocolates while I discovered another covered patio above the main living areas of the house. Close to the window, two chairs set either side of a low coffee table.

  The whole place was light and airy with high ceilings and simply reeked of opulence.

  The bathroom shone as the final jewel in the crown. Beautiful marble and gleaming glass, with an enormous shower and a free-standing bath which was set in front of a huge window. Again, the wall folded opened. Here, the glass was frosted, and if I was worried someone could see in, I could keep the glass closed. Although being on the second floor of the house, I doubted anyone could.

  The bathroom was on the corner alongside the bedroom. I could imagine myself lying back in the tub, sipping a glass of wine while watching the waves roll onto the sand or studying the wildlife in the forest alongside. The enormous shower had glass walls so I could see all the tree ferns and shrubs. I thought it would give the illusion of showering outside. Unlit candles were scattered on the benches and the sides of the tub.

  The large covered patio stretched across the front of the house, tiled with the same tiles throughout the lower levels of the house. With only four steps down, I would be able to crunch the sand under my toes. I’d certainly be sitting and reading if I didn’t feel like going down onto the beach. In my mind, these few weeks would re-invigorate me. I hoped to recharge my batteries, accept what had been happening over the past few years and move on. I intended to come back a whole new me, one who no longer cowered behind the door or who looked a people with distrust.

  I’d selected the villa on the very end because it butted up to the National Park. I’d been told each morning and evening the local wildlife came out to feed on the grass alongside. It would be wonderful to see later, but now it was time to forget the rest of the world and soak up the atmosphere. It was time to forget the past and relax.

  I changed into a pair of ragged shorts—cut-off jeans, actually, and a long-sleeved t-shirt. After tossing my shoes under a chair on the patio, I headed down to the beach and stood admiring the view for at least ten minutes. It was almost three in the afternoon and the view was spectacular. This private beach had a headland of rocks either end. As I was close to one end, I had a myriad of rock pools, as well as beach front to choose from to investigate. It delighted me to see an enormous rock at the mid-tide point attached to the long rock shelf. It was large enough for at least two dozen people to sit, and on one end it had been worn away enough to have formed a sort of backrest. It would be perfect to sit and read on, providing it didn’t get covered by the incoming tide. I’d have to check.

  Wandering down to the water’s edge, I gingerly let the gentle waves leap about my feet. It was cold but not unbearably. This year the summer in Eastern Australia had been the hottest on record and had lingered through March and April with temperatures in the high twenties and early thirties. Even now in May it was still warm, and I figured it was the reason why the water wasn’t so cold. In fact, I probably could have swam comfortably, even though this beach was on the far south coast of New South Wales.

  Wading along to the start of the rocks, I began poking in rock pools while keeping one eye on the incoming tide. As I clambered about, I found a sun-heated rock pool to sit and paddle my toes
in. Tomorrow, if I could remember, I’d bring my camera down and get some shots of the Tasman Sea, the waves, and the rocks, but today was all about exploring.

  I worked my way along and over the headland until I came to a high buff that blocked my way.

  I stretched and began to unwind. I needed this big time. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d truly switched off. My work had been tiring for a great many years. I was thankful I now had excellent staff and could safely leave things in their capable hands. After decades of hard work, I’d made it as a successful high-end bridal designer and dressmaker. My boutique was based in Hornsby, and my staff were generally run off their feet with all our orders.

  At last, I could pick and choose who I designed for and how much I charged. I was in demand. My business had gone from strength to strength, until now—at fifty-five, I had eight on my staff, a home, well, an apartment, actually, in Asquith, no debts, and a decent bank balance. Enough money to splurge on this holiday in such an exclusive place.

  In my mind, it was the perfect place to get away from everything and everyone.

  And one person topped the list—my stalker—Ed Baines.

  Just over a year and a half ago, I had dated Ed for maybe a month. We went out maybe three times, at the most four—and before you ask, no, I didn’t sleep with him. It didn’t take long to discover he was a manipulative, arrogant bastard, and I quickly got out of the relationship before it even got started. Unfortunately, he didn’t like the fact I said no whenever he asked me out again.

  At first it was the odd phone call or email saying ‘hello’, ‘would I like to go out for a meal’. But with each refusal, he got angrier and angrier. The next six months he stalked me in earnest.