Indulgence

by Liz Crowe

  James took a detour out of the city as we rode for a while and then he pulled into an alcove just outside the city. He put the kickstand down and dismounted before he helped me off the bike, removed our helmets and pulled me to him.

  “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday.”

  “You didn’t ruin my birthday. You sure tried, but it’s not ruined.”

  He pinched my side and hissed at me and I turned in his arms so that my back was against his chest. His arms were draped over my shoulders and I was holding onto his forearms. We found a few satellites in the sky and admired the stars. I started shivering as the night was quickly cooling off.

  “Let’s get you home, lady. I owe you some birthday spankings.”

  I didn’t object when he dragged me back to the bike and we made our way back to my place.

  *****

  I woke to the sound of him hammering away on the treadmill and decided to join him. I threw on some clothes and shoes before hopping on the bike, but after thirty minutes or so I’d had enough. My entire body was sore, probably from my sexcapades with James. I was rolling my neck and shoulders when I felt his hands dig into them.

  “You’re sore. I’d apologize, but then that means I’d regret last night,” he leaned in and whispered, “And I’ll never regret a moment of you tied up beneath me.”

  A tremor ran across me and my breath caught, “I don’t regret it either.”

  We were up late as he gave me a proper education on the many uses of satin ties and I smiled as I remembered it. As usual, he was amazing and I was surprised at the things my body happily tolerated and responded to.

  “You really are a natural.”

  “I think you’re right.”

  “Let’s get you in the shower. The heat will help relax your muscles.”

  I cranked on the water and then relieved my bladder while he undressed. I would never get enough of his nakedness; I could stare at him forever. I walked up behind him, kissed his back and he stilled momentarily before turning around. Smiling down at me, he tugged my sports bra up and over my head and then dropped to his knees to remove my shorts and panties. He was running his fingers up and down my legs and stopped at my right ankle.

  I looked down, “Everything alright?”

  He was frowning. “I was too rough.”

  I lifted and turned my ankle and saw the faintest trace of a welt and a small bruise taking shape, “James, I’m fine.” He wouldn’t stop examining me so I resorted to extreme measure and tugged on his hair.

  “Hey now,” he stood while capturing my ass around his hands and lifted me to him. “You’re not playing fair.”

  We both smiled as I leaned down and kissed him before he carried me to the shower.

  Chapter Twenty

  Pressure

  ~ CASSIDY ~

  We both took turns washing each other before we exited the shower and proceeded to brush our teeth. Instead of throwing his toothbrush back in his duffel bag, he placed it next to mine. We got dressed throwing each other admiring glances and laughing.

  “So, your dad is coming today?”

  He caught that last night? He was bent over lacing up his boots. “Yes, a family lunch for my birthday.” I didn’t say anymore.

  “I’d like to meet him.” He was smiling at me and knew exactly what he was playing at.

  “James, um, I, of course you’re welcome to join us.” He wanted to meet my dad? I had never introduced Dad to anyone I was dating. Maybe he was testing me. Surely he wouldn’t stay.

  “Great. I have to get my bike back to the hotel since we’re expecting rain and then I’ll be back.”

  Shit, shit, shit. “Ok.”

  He kissed me and smacked my ass before walking out of my room and down the stairs. I stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. He wanted to meet my dad. I grabbed my phone and texted Cal. He responded by telling me that Jane was coming, too. That should take some of the heat off me.

  ~ JAMES ~

  I walked out the front door and saw a paper on the front steps and reporters across the street. Dammit. I snatched up the paper, threw a smile and slammed the door before proceeding to all the windows making sure all the blinds were closed before looking at the paper.

  The front picture was of Cassidy consoling me from the night before after I had punched Dan. The story painted Dan as the helpless victim and I wadded it up and threw it to the floor as I heard Cassidy coming down the stairs. She spotted me on the couch.

  “I thought you left.” She could see that I was upset, “What’s wrong?”

  I pointed to the front yard and she leaned over the couch and peeked out the blinds.

  “What the… Why are they here?”

  She spotted the paper wadded up on the floor, “I’m really sorry. I’ve always been careful. Someone must have tipped them off to where you live.”

  She picked up the paper, flattened it out and skimmed through it. “My dad is going to freak out. I have to cancel.”

  “Hang on. It’s not over yet. Do you trust me?”

  “Of course.”

  Pulling out my cell I dialed, “Hey Dad, is Mom up for visitors today?” I continued making arrangements. “Cassidy, is it just your dad?” She told me his fiancée, Lisa, was coming along with Jane and Cal. “Should be eight of us. Great. See you soon.”

  “What did you do?”

  “All taken care of. We’re having your birthday celebration at my parents’ place.” She looked like a deer in headlights. I walked to her and put her shoulders in my hands and looked her in the eyes, “What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve never met anyone’s parents, James, and my Dad has never met anyone I’ve dated either.”

  I laughed, “They’ll love you. You better call your Dad and I’ll call Jane. Here’s the address.” Jotting down the address on a piece of paper, I handed it to her.

  She hesitantly pulled her cell out of her pocket and started dialing.

  “Hey Dad, yes we’re still on, but there’s been a small change of plans. We’re having dinner at my, uh, a friend’s house.”

  A friend! She had to know that she was more than a friend.

  “Ok, see you soon.” She put the cell down and headed to the kitchen.

  “A friend?” Looking back to me, she started chewing her nails and shrugged her shoulders. “Cassidy, we’re more than friends.”

  “Well, a lady doesn’t presume anything. What should I have told him? Yes, Dad, he’s great in the sack. Hung like a horse, too!” She was smiling from ear to ear, “If I’m more than your friend then you need to let me know.” She planted her hands on her hips and her eyebrows were raised at me.

  I made my move toward her, cornering her in the kitchen, and she didn’t flinch. “You’re more than a friend, Cassidy Charles.”

  “Then what am I, James Benedict?”

  I had her pinned against the wall and pushed her hair behind her ears, “Girlfriend?”

  “Tenant girlfriend is more like it.” I tickled her hips. “Hey. You have to admit, girlfriend sounds silly at our age.”

  Shrugging my shoulders I told her, “You’re more than a girlfriend, Cassidy.” I leaned in and kissed her when there was a knock at the door.

  “Miss Charles, do you have a moment to make a statement about your relationship with JB3?”

  “Seriously, they’re knocking on my door?” She closed her eyes and dropped her head on the wall behind her, looking defeated.

  “Cassidy, go finish getting ready. Grab some sunglasses, too, and we’ll leave. I’ll call Smith and he’ll come and deal with them. Okay?” She agreed and I released her so she could go upstairs.

  ~ CASSIDY ~

  When I got upstairs, I rethought my clothing choice and traded my jeans for slacks and my tee for a blouse. I pulled my hair up into a pony and curled a few strands hanging around my face before I applied some light makeup. I was examining myself in the mirror, realizing I was a nervous wreck, when I heard the front door open then close and heard voices. W
ho was it?

  I made my way downstairs and spotted Smith and James talking. When I got into the living room I saw Delaney as she pulled a red wig out of her bag.

  “What’s the plan, James?”

  What in the world? I looked to James, wondering what the plan was indeed.

  “Cassidy, you remember Delaney, she’s here to help.” I nodded nervously. “You guys take the bike, they’ll think its Cassidy and I. After they leave we’ll take the Rover. Sound good?”

  “Easy peasy.” Delaney threw the wig on, checked herself in the mirror above the mantel and asked, “How do I look, love?”

  Smith walked over to her and kissed her cheek. “I think I like you as a redhead.” She giggled.

  Smith and James exchanged a high five like a couple of school kids and then Smith and Delaney headed out the door.

  James turned to me, “You can close your mouth, Cassidy.” He was amused at the look of shock on my face.

  “Delaney and Smith?” He nodded. “But, they’re, wow, I didn’t see that one coming.”

  Shrugging his shoulders, he mentioned that Smith and Delaney had been together for several months.

  “Where’d she get the wig?”

  “Let’s just say Delaney likes to role play.” I immediately chastised myself for asking the question and was disturbed that he knew that. The look I gave him must have told him that. “Calm down. Delaney and I are strictly friends.” He sauntered over to me, “I didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

  “Well, I am. Hands off, you’re mine! I don’t play nice with others.” He was grinning profusely as I grabbed his shirt aggressively before pulling his lips down to mine.

  “I think I like possessive Cassidy,” and he kissed me again.

  Surprised by my immediate hunger for him I yanked his shirt out of his jeans and ran my hands up over his abs and chest. I raked my fingers back down his chest before I slid my hands into his front pockets where I dug in to find the side of his erection and rubbed it.

  “We’ll be late, Cassidy.” He tugged on my lip as his hands pulled me closer and he thrust against me.

  “So what? More time for us, less time for them to give us the third degree.” Pulling his belt open, and then his jeans, I plunged my hands into his boxer briefs and claimed what was mine.

  “Baby, we’ll be getting the third degree if we’re late.”

  I stroked his cock with mad determination, “Please. I’ll be quick. I want you hard and fast.” I bit his chest as I yanked down his jeans and boxer briefs.

  Moaning, he gave me what I wanted, “I can’t say no to you, Cassidy.”

  “Maybe you don’t want to say no.” Removing my hands from him, I started discarding my own pants.

  He was unbuttoning my blouse, “Why are the buttons so small?” Before I could help him he ripped it open, “Oops.” He smirked at me before nuzzling his face in my chest. He pulled my bra cups down and devoured my breasts; one with his mouth and the other with his hand. Biting and sucking, I just knew he was leaving a mark on me.

  I managed to free my ankles of my pants and panties, “James.” It was a plea and I didn’t have to say anymore. Sucking on my breast as his other hand cupped my wet, naked sex, “OH, yes.” He showed no mercy as two fingers pierced my vagina, “Holy shit!” He was digging and circling into me as his thumb found my clit. “Please, wait; I want you inside me when I come.”

  He growled, “I am inside you.”

  “Your cock, I want your cock inside me.”

  Snarling, he removed his hand from me and I sighed at the loss of him. He maneuvered me to the dining table and lifted me so that I was sitting on top and I eagerly spread my legs wide for him. Stroking him again, I polished the bead of moisture all over his tip as he grabbed my hips and jerked me to the very edge of the table. I braced my hands on the edge of the table and looked to his face. I followed his gaze to find he was staring at my sex while stroking his cock.

  He inched forward and rubbed his erection all over my clit. I threw my head back at the exquisite feeling. “Cassidy, watch me fuck you.”

  A shiver ran through me at his words and I looked down just as he pushed into me. The feelings coursing through me were intensified by watching him claim me. It was more than intimate watching as he pulled all the way out and slammed back in.

  “I own you, baby.”

  Breathless and panting I said, “Ditto.” It was the only word I could muster. I continued watching him and my release was building with increasing speed. I felt my clit tightening. “James…”

  I closed my eyes for a moment, rejoicing in the sounds of our bodies. Clenching around him, I recognized the change in his rhythm, as he was close too. I opened my eyes and saw that he was tense all over and his eyes were glazed over. Watching him as he watched himself fuck me sent me over the edge. My knuckles were burning from gripping the table so fiercely and I lifted to buck into him, my release now inevitable.

  My orgasm wouldn’t cease. He lifted his eyes to mine, “I love watching you come.”

  I twitched again, clenching around him knowing he was holding back and torturing me. How did he do that? It seemed to go on forever.

  “Ahhh, Cassidy.”

  Finally he threw his head back and let his release claim him. I was still shaking and moaning and I thought I could possibly come again. He pulled out of me and rubbed his head all over me while his seed poured out of his engorged head. The feeling of his cum bursting against my clit was too much.

  “Holy hell,” I fell back to the table as he continued circling my tight nub. “Please, no.”

  “Yes.”

  His orgasm had subsided but he continued massaging my clit with his cock. The heat emanating from him was overwhelming and he was gentle yet tenacious. Leaning over me while nuzzling my belly, I grabbed his hair as a second orgasm swallowed me up.

  “James, please, stop.” Panting and pushing against his head, “I won’t be able to walk.” My whole body was convulsing and the room was spinning. Encouraging me on, my hearing was momentarily distorted, like I was under water, due to the power of my orgasm.

  “I’ll carry you.” He put in another stroke for good measure and I smacked at him. “Are you well and satisfied, lady? We’re good and late.” He sounded annoyed.

  I jerked my eyes to his and he was smirking at me as my breathing was still quite erratic.

  “You ass! It’s your fault. You make me this way.” He offered up his hand and I took it as he pulled me to my feet, kissing me long and hard. “Thank you, sir. I’m well and satisfied.” He smiled at me as my legs were still shaky but I managed to hold my own.

  We cleaned ourselves up and put our discarded clothes back on. I ran upstairs for a new top and opted for a short sleeve sweater. We were out the door and there was no sign of any reporters as we hopped in the Rover and headed to his parents’ house.

  ~ JAMES ~

  We pulled through the gates and I glanced over at her. Her eyes were big and she was speechless. “Cassidy, it’s just a house.”

  “That’s not a house, it’s a mansion.” I squeezed her thigh as she grabbed my hand. “You grew up here?”

  “I did.” I recognized Cal's truck, noticed another Ford truck and assumed it was her father’s.

  “Wow.”

  “I take it your dad drives a Ford, too?”

  “He’s a Ford retiree. He’ll love your Rover.” I noted her sarcasm as she smiled.

  “What did he do?”

  “He started on the line right out of high school. He eventually finished his engineering degree when I was little. He retired a couple years ago and now works as a consultant.”

  “And your mom? I know you said she’s been gone a long time. Were they divorced?”

  She exhaled, “Not exactly.” She looked at me knowing I wanted more info. “James, she’s dead. It’s a long, horrible story for another time.”

  Why didn’t I know this? I mean, I knew her mom was deceased, but a long horrible story?
Maybe she was exaggerating. “Cassidy, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

  Smiling she said, “It’s ok. Lisa, his fiancé, and Dad have been together for several years. They’re actually getting married the weekend of Thanksgiving.” She looked to the door and we both spotted Cal and Jane waving at us before they disappeared inside. “We should go in, we’re being rude.”

  “Okay. Hey, relax. My parents will love you.” I gave her a quick peck before we went inside.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Introductions

  ~ CASSIDY ~

  The house was huge. Good grief. My childhood home could fit inside it times five. He was holding my hand and I was sure I was squeezing the life out of it. We walked through a few different rooms with Cal and Jane trailing behind.

  “Cal, where’s Dad?”

  “I haven’t seen him yet. He’s here somewhere.”

  I nodded at his response as James pulled me along. Familiar voices started to travel down the hall. We entered a room that looked like any other normal family room, but bigger. My Dad and Mr. Benedict were standing by the fireplace and Lisa and another woman, who had to be Mrs. Benedict, were on the couch.

  “Ah, there’s the birthday girl.” Always having been a Daddy’s girl, even more so since Mom died, he walked over to me and gave me a big hug before kissing my cheek.

  “Hey, Dad, how are you?”

  He pulled away and eyed James from head to toe. “I’m great. You must be James. I would say I’ve heard a lot about you, but I’d be lying.”

  I rolled my eyes as they shook hands and exchanged smiles.

  “Mr. Charles, it’s a pleasure to meet you. You have a wonderful daughter.”

  “Please, call me Dave. Indeed she is.” He moved over to Cal and Jane. “And who might this lovely creature be?”

  “Hey, Dad, this is Jane. She and James are actually cousins.” Jane offered her hand and my Dad embraced her instead. “I warned you, we’re huggers,” Cal was laughing as Jane was pulled into a hug without warning.