“Well, well, if this isn’t the prettiest picture I’ve ever seen.”
His words wash over me and warm my body far more than the sun rays ever could.
“I don’t know about that,” I say taking him in from the tips of his Kenneth Cole shoes, up the pleats of his Armani slacks, to the loose Gucci tie around his neck. “I’d have to say I’ve got a pretty stellar view myself.” Sterling is a pro at dishing out compliments—not so much at accepting them. His face flushes causing the silver at his temples to be more pronounced, and I’ve never seen any man look sexier.
He sits on the edge of the lounge chair, pulls my hands from my stomach, setting them by my side, and starts rubbing my thigh, inching higher and higher with every stroke, my knit cover up riding up my heated skin.
“Glad to see you’re feeling better than you were this morning.” He kisses me gently and like always I feel my heart begin to melt. “How long have you been out here, Kitten?”
“A couple hours, I guess.”
“With sunscreen of course.”
Yes, I knew that question was coming before he even said it. I fully intended on wearing it but I forgot it inside and I had just gotten so comfortable.
I shake my head.
“Katarina—”
“I know, I know. I just couldn’t find it—”
Reaching behind him he pulls out the brown bottle from his waistband. “This?” he holds it up and raises his brow—there’s even a few single gray hairs there. “You couldn’t find this bottle of sunscreen that was sitting on the kitchen island next to the pitcher of iced tea and half empty bag of gummy worms.”
Dammit. That’s where I left it. “I was comfortable and didn’t want to get back up—”
“You know what’s not comfortable? Skin cancer.”
Nothing I haven’t heard before and I know what’s coming before he even starts. “So you’ve told me before…a time or twenty.” I mumble.
Nothing but silence and a gentle breeze filled the air.
“Have I now?”
He’s not really looking for an answer so I don’t give him one.
“I’ve asked you numerous times to wear sunscreen when you’re by the pool to keep yourself safe. If you don’t care about yourself at least show me the courtesy of caring for something I love so dearly.”
“Fine.” I snap. I’ve heard this lecture before, and even though I know he’s completely right and he’s only doing it because he does love me I can’t help but hate being reprimanded…once again.
“Well, well, aren’t we feeling quite mouthy today?”
Well aware I’m prodding the beast when I push his hand off of my leg, yet I can’t seem to help myself.
Then he snapped, “I think you may need a reminder in respect, how I deserve it, and how you give it.” He knocks over my iced tea when he all but drags me from my poolside sanctuary, through the sliding glass door, and down the hall towards the bedroom.
“Maybe I need to discipline you in a way so that you won’t forget again. Is that what you need from me, Kitten? Some kind of reminder so you won’t put the one thing I love more than anything in this entire world in danger again?” Sterling’s light chuckle is more erotic than amusing, his tone deep and I feel it to my very core.
“Yes, daddy.” Even his soft sigh from my compliance turns me on as much as pleases me—just knowing I’ve pleased him does the same for me.
“Lay down.”
Doing as he asks I tuck a pillow beneath my hips and I know he’s enjoying me being on display for him and it makes me feel sexy. I really feel sultry and desired when he groans his approval while eyeing my ass.
Sterling pulls my swimsuit bottoms from my body, pushing my cover up over my hips and whispers in my ear. “I’m thinking daddy’s girl needs a reminder on manners.” His fingers drag up one leg only to drag down the other, and I feel my skin pebble with goosebumps. “Count to five, Katarina.” He only uses my name when he's irritated with me. Straddling my legs he rubs my thigh and ass cheek just before smacking it. “That’s one, count to five Kitten.”
I jump at the second swat that lands on my right butt cheek. “Two.” He smacks my backside again, but says absolutely nothing, just repetitive cracks to my ass. “Three, four.” Sterling rubs his whiskered jaw across the small of my back, and over the heated skin he’d just left a handprint on.
I’d say the swats were no longer discipline but they never really were with the way my body responds to the spankings. I love the contact; my pussy is clenching and waiting for his hand to move even closer. Only pure pleasure exists, no pain. Of course, I can feel the slight sting, but I revel in it.
His voice is a mere hoarse whisper, “your ass is so pretty and pink.” Smack. “And, mine.” he growls.
“Five.” It comes out breathless and sounding needy. I can smell my arousal in the air and I know Sterling can too. That man is more in tuned to my body than I am. Which makes what I have to tell him such a sweeter surprise.
“Kitten?”
“Hmm?” I ask just as my stomach starts to roll. I try swallowing the nauseous feeling making its way up my throat without success. “I’m gonna puke,” I shout as I struggle to escape the confines of Sterling’s legs. Although, he gets off of me quite quickly when I threaten to vomit. Talk about a mood killer.
A soft knock on the bathroom door echoes through my head so loudly it may as well have been a jackhammer. “Kitten?” I watch the nickel plated doorknob turn gently before Sterling peeks in. “You okay?”
I nod, holding a damp washcloth over my mouth. Squaring my shoulders I lift my gaze to his and just spit out the words that I’ve been trying to say for days. “I’m pregnant.” When he says nothing but stares I babble on. “I know you don’t want kids but—”
“
Kitten—”
“But, you know as well as I do where babies come from and we didn’t use—”
He interrupts me once more.“Kitten—”
“And, not using any protection—”
“Katarina!” he barks at me. “I want everything with you.”
“You do?”
My eyes pool with tears when I take in his damp cheeks. His hands are shaking as he lifts me to my feet, taking the washcloth from my grasp he wets it once more, wiping my face. The rag feels cool, but the relief is nothing compared to what his words give me. I silently beg for more.
“You’re right, I didn’t want kids, didn’t want a family, a wife, none of it.” Resting his forehead against my own he continues. “Until you. I want everything as long as it’s with you.” Our eyes remain locked to the point I feel his gaze in my soul. “Babies, wedding rings, cotton candy clouds, Harry Potter books—”
“Cookies and cream ice cream?”
“By the gallon.” His grin slowly fades.
“What?” His eyes are glassy and I feel my own starting to tear up with the way he’s looking at me. Sterling doesn’t need to say the words, I feel them.
“I love you more than I ever thought possible, Kitten. So much more.”
The End
Mistaken I-Dom-nity
By Lainey Reese
Dedication
For my Dad, who’s so proud of me and who holds the distinction of being my biggest fan who’s never read my books.
Chapter One
Nate Briggs wished he was drunk. He was at his buddy’s bachelor party. Of all the places Craig had to choose from and he picked a BDSM club. It was beginner’s night, so this place had won the vote unanimously. Lucky guy that he was, Nate had drawn the short straw so he was stuck with designated driver duty. As he watched his friends laugh their asses off because the best man kept shouting out ‘hoo-ra!’ like a jackass Nate thought he’d never look at these guys the same way again. He never realized how annoying drunk people could be.
“Hey! Julie!” Nate waved his arm frantically to get the attention of the others as he answered his cell. “It’s Julie on the phone!” Forced cheer as he frantic
ally tried to relay the need for quiet to a bunch of guys who’d given themselves what amounted to an alcohol lobotomy. “I thought you were having your bachelorette party tonight?” He heard loud music and lots of high feminine squeals from her end of the line and hoped like hell, the noise from wherever she was, drowned out the noise from his end.
“We are!” Nate yanked the phone from his ear as she proved her partying status by letting loose with a high pitched whoop that her bridesmaids joined in on like a pack of tipsy wolves. “Right girls?” More hooting and yips. “I just want to check on my Craig-y-poo. I miss him.”
Her Craig-y-poo currently had a half naked woman in his lap, so Nate didn’t think it would be a good idea to hand the phone over, all things considered. As cool as Julie was, he was pretty sure that was crossing a line. Regardless of the fact that Craig was blubbering about how much he loved his bride to be while he showed off the thousand or so photos he had of her in his phone. Since he was doing his blubbering only about six inches from an impressive pair of barely covered breasts, it pretty much canceled out any brownie points Julie might have given him.
“He’s doing great, Jules.” Nate picked up a cold buffalo wing from the basket in front of him and beaned the groom in the head with it. “Just a little shitfaced at the moment.” The best man finally clued in and plucked the scantily clad damsel from their friend’s lap.
“He is? Awwww!” More squealing and gushing. “We are too! Right girls? Who’s shitfaced like me and my Craig-y-poo?” More howling and screeches while Nate wondered why in the hell Julie’s designated driver hadn’t kept the phone from her the way he did with Craig. He’d turned Craig’s phone to airplane mode as soon as they’d started drinking. No calls in or out. Like any good friend would do for a man at his bachelor party.
“Ok, Jules.” Nate would rather get punched in the face than keep talking to his buddy’s drunk bride to be and her equally drunk entourage, but he couldn’t hang up until he knew they were safe. “If you’re all wasted, who’s driving you home?”
“Ohhhhh! So sweet! Guys! Hey-hey-hey girls! Isn’t Nate the sweetest guy ever?” Que more squeals. “Nate, I swear I love you so much. You are always so thoughtful and kind an-“
“Julie. Focus for me. Just for a second. Who’s driving if you are all drinking?”
“My girls all chipped in and surprised me with a limo for the whole night! Wherever we wanna go, whatever we wanna do, we be rollin’ in style.” She told him in a watery gush of emotion. Then she started crying and telling her friends how much she loved them. Nate felt he was safe to hang up. They seemed to have it all under control and though she’d called to talk to her fiancé, Nate wasn’t about to let that happen here.
Craig told them all that Julie was cool and wouldn’t care if there were naked women at the bachelor party because she trusted him. However, Nate wasn’t in the mood to test that theory a mere twelve hours before the wedding.
A limo. They’d thought about doing that for Craig too, but damn. Nate was a middle school P.E. teacher. Not a lot of money laying around for all night limos on his salary, or any of the other guys for that matter. So, he was stuck sober with a bunch of guys who magically turned into twelve-year-old morons when you added alcohol. Lucky him.
“How may I be of service?”
Nate looked up at the gorgeous woman standing next to him. Eyes of beautiful icy blue, long light brown hair that fell straight and silky over her shoulders to frame a face that begged for the big screen. As he let his gaze wander he saw that, thanks to her barely there outfit of hot pink booty shorts and a black leather corset, she had a figure that would make Aphrodite herself envious.
“Beautiful, just stand there and allow us mere mortals the gift of your presence. That is all the service we require.”
Is what he wished he’d said. What came out was a jumble of half spoken words and mumbling followed by a lot of cursing and scrambling when he tried to cover up his broken vocabulary by taking a drink of his root beer, only to fumble it and spill the entire glass over the table.
“Shit! Shit, I’m sorry.” He said as he frantically tried to mop up the soda with every napkin within reach. “Oh, that’s gross.” He said when one of the napkins had chicken bones in it and they rolled out, wet, chewed and disgusting, all over the table.
“Dude!”
“What the fuck?”
“Hey, can we get some more wings?”
“Hoo-rah!”
“I swear to god, man,” Nate locked eyes on the best man and wanted more than anything to hurl his two handfuls of soggy bones and dripping napkins at his drunk face. “If you say that one more time, I’m gonna lose my shit. What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve never even been in the Marines.”
“Wha-?” Like only the truly inebriated can, Dale stared at Nate with blurry unfocused eyes while he waited for his brain to process what to say.
“Fuck it.” Nate gave a few shakes of his head in acceptance of the inevitable. “You know what? Hoo-rah buddy. Go for it. Cut loose. I got your back.”
Then he turned back to the glorious Amazon whose beauty had shredded his cool, fully expecting her to be staring at him like he was the dog crap she’d just stepped in.
“You got your hands full tonight.” She was smiling. While picking up bones and napkins from the floor, no less.
“Aww, you don’t have to do that.” He told her, feeling guilty on top of feeling like a heel. “I’m sorry. Really, let me-“
“No, it’s fine.” She told him in a voice that was just a little husky. “As a sub in training, servicing the tables is part of our duties. It gives us the chance to meet possible playmates while also letting us meet the need to serve.” She blushed a little and lowered her lashes with a smile. “Well, subs who are hardwired for service that is. Like me.”
Nate smiled at her in wonder and hoped he didn’t look like a sappy dweeb while he did it. She was super model beautiful and in the real world-at least the world as he knew it-women who looked like her wouldn’t be caught dead crawling around on their knees plucking soggy bones out from under a table. Yet, here she was, and she looked content to be doing it, too. Go figure.
“Jessica.” A man with a voice that sounded like the audio equivalent of a gourmet meal just appeared out of thin air to stand directly over them and Nate found himself as frozen and at attention as the girl. “Your presence is required upstairs, pet.”
“Yes, sir.” With her eyes lowered, Jessica shocked the hell out of Nate when she turned on her knees, bent forward and-
“Holy shit! Did you just kiss his shoe?”
But she didn’t answer, only tipped a bit further to touch her forehead to it next before she stood and walked away without another word.
It wasn’t until the man then turned his attention to him that Nate realized how he must look. On his knees, crouched under a table with enough bones in his hands to build a dinosaur exhibit.
“Well, this is awkward.” He said and dropped them into the basket on the table as he stood. “Hey. How’s it going?” Maybe it was a case of closing the barn door after the horses had already escaped, but Nate assumed his best ‘I’m cool’ stance and sent the taller man a chin lift in lue of a handshake.
“Xavier Reed.” Nate got the feeling the guy was trying not to laugh at him. Nate shrugged, couldn’t really blame the guy.
“Nate Briggs. S’up?” Since his hands were gross he opted for stuffing them in his pockets.
“Jessica is in the training program and therefore unavailable to scene. If you are looking for an available submissive to play with, might I direct you to the play pin?”
“Wha-?” Nate was ready to decline out of hand but Xavier stepped aside and pointed down a hallway that Nate had been trying not to stare at all night. It led to the dance floor that was filled with beautiful women. There was one in particular that Nate hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off from the moment he’d caught sight of her walking in.
“Um, yeah. Sure.�
�� He gave a quick look toward his companions. They were all absorbed in the stage show. That was the reason they’d picked this club for the party. Tonight was novice night and there was supposed to be a bunch of different types of BDSM scenes played out by experts for all to watch and learn. Right now there was a woman tied to a spanking bench getting her ass paddled by a big Dom dressed all in black. So far, Nate had avoided looking at the stage. The things he saw happening up there caused a weird sort of stillness to come over him. It was unsettling so he’d done his best to avoid looking too closely at it.
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