The tears again ran down her cheeks. Molly never showed me tears. Tonight she’d shed the façade and let me see the emotional woman. I loved her even more, if that was at all possible.
“Yes, Russell, I’ll marry you. I want to belong to you. I must belong to you, for I love you above all things in life. Thank you, my Dom.”
I put the ring on her finger and light applause came from behind. Dominic and his lovely subs smiled and clapped. I had one more question to ask Molly.
“I would have done this in front of many, had a big ceremony, but sometimes all that bullshit is useless when two people are serious about commitment. Molly, will you wear my collar? Will you give yourself to me, heart, and soul? I, as your Master, will love you, honor you, and take care of you for as long as we both shall live.”
“Yes, Russell, I’ll wear your collar and be proud to call you my Master. And you know you’re already the Master of my heart.”
I put the collar on Molly. She finally belonged to me. We knew the road through life would have its ups and downs, and I was aware that she’d try to top me at every turn. We both accepted the fact that I needed a strong submissive and she fit that bill. I had nothing but the deepest respect for Molly and loved her. Her love for me was as natural as breathing and so was her submission. I was privileged to have her in my life and we’d be together, loving each other with a passion few would ever experience.
Our connection was deep, our lifestyle hard for many to comprehend and her final submission to me challenged by many. Her strength of character, her love, and needs were the key. To submit was no sign of weakness. It takes a strong person to relinquish control to one person and he’d better be worthy of it. I’d learned that the hard way. Every day with Molly made me want to be the best man that I could be. Every day our love grew.
I had tamed Molly Jenkins and collared her. I was a lucky man. She’d stolen my heart, and now she’d wear my collar and my name.
The End
The Wait
One day she came into my life
Untried and beautiful
I didn’t want to give her grief
But my nature pretty awful
I played with emotions without a care
Never realizing one day I’d be there
Waiting for a love lost
Willing to pay whatever cost
To have back in my arms
Now not even my wayward charms
Can bring her back to me
So I wait for her patiently
Ethan Radcliff 2014
Blurb:
Mack Hargrove never waited for anything. He was an impatient man. When he met Britt England, he wasn't sure what to make of the pretty blonde. She came across as too self-assured and confident. Mack liked his women, needy, submissive, and well trained sexually.
It was rumored that the twenty eight year old was untried, a virgin. That piqued Mack's curiosity; he hadn't a challenge in years when it came to women.
He turned on the charm and sought out Britt, only to find she'd make him play the waiting game. He'd turn the tables; he'd take what he wanted and walk away. He thought he'd won.
The wait had begun for Mack Hargrove. For the first time in his life, he couldn't have what he wanted.
The Wait, Britt’s Undoing
Chapter One
Mack Hargrove stood over six-foot tall. He had thick, sandy, blonde hair, hazel eyes, a straight classic nose and timeless good looks. His athletic body and muscular frame was entirely too good to be true and because of his looks, most thought him lacking in genuine intelligence. That infuriated him.
Most of his life, he’d tried to fit in and be one of the guys, but his so-called pretty-boy good looks fucked him up. Women swooned over him and men were uncomfortable around him. The term pretty-boy followed him through high school and college. He’d gotten into too many fights defending his manhood. All he wanted was a little respect. What’s that old saying, never judge a book by its cover? Mack began to live by that philosophy, and he became hardened as he reached adult life.
His latest girlfriend was a fiery redhead with a body, which made most men hard just looking at her. She frequented the gym, had amazing abs and she’d invested in man-made tits that came off as nothing short of spectacular.
Shawnee Andrews was every man’s dream and it took Mack one night to get her into his bed. They’d been together for six months and Mack was surprised he hadn’t become bored with her.
“Mack what are you thinking about,” she asked him as she ran finger down his chest.
“You baby and that luscious body.”
“Mmm, talk about bodies Mack. I wanna suck your big old cock.” She started edging her way down his body.
“Like I’m going to stop you?”
She bent her head down and ran her tongue along his hard abs. He smiled, she was the best at giving head, and he’d had his cock sucked more times than he could count. She had a unique way of wrapping her tongue around his thick hard shaft. Shawnee was an expert at holding him back, denying him to cum, making him plead for her to stop before his weeping dick exploded.
She never let a drop go to waste as she licked him clean. Then she’d lay back, take her huge rubber-vibrating dick and would give him a delightful and arousing show. In the time it took her to get it on with the vibrator, his cock usually came back to life. He’d eat her pussy until she came, then he’d fuck her until she came again. However, tonight, before she grabbed her trusty, big old dildo, she surprised him. Her cell phone rang.
“Hello. Oh, hi Yvette. Hold on I’ll ask him.” She turned and looked at him with a small sexy smile. “Baby, it’s a good friend of mine. Can I ask her to come over?”
“Sure I guess we can all go out for dinner. Is she a close friend?” He was a little disappointed he’d been looking forward to a good night of fucking and sucking.
“Yes, very. You don’t get it do you. She’s seen you with me and man is she hot for you. I thought she’d like to join us tonight.” Her enthusiasm got him going. He got the gist of what she was suggesting.
He’d been in threesomes before. He hated sharing with another guy. Fucking one woman between the two of them wasn’t as big a turn on, as he thought. He preferred two women. He could handle two pussies no problem. Shawnee never ceased to amaze him with her sexual appetite.
“Whatever you want baby. Is this all about some girl on girl action or will I be the center of attention?” Another turn off, some chicks liked each other far too much, and then men became on lookers. The best that happened in that situation; the guy wound up jerking off.
She moved her ample body over and onto his. “I love cock. Yvette loves cock and pussy, so Yvette will take care of both of us. How does that sound?”
He grabbed the back of her head and took her lips. Their tongues collided in perfect harmony and the kiss became deep and consuming. Physically his body responded and he was on fire. Emotionally all his encounters left a great deal to be desired. He began to believe men didn’t fall in love, only in lust. Perhaps that’s why so many of his friends were unfaithful and looked constantly for stimulation, outside of their marriages.
Mack had decided long ago, that marriage was a state he’d never enter into. He doubted he’d be able to stay with one woman any length of time. However, the thought of loving someone and being loved, did appeal to him.
His doorbell rang and Shawnee jumped from the bed. “That’s Yvette. Oh yummy, now the fun begins.”
She answered his door buff naked. The woman standing there was a tall, stunning brunette. She hugged Shawnee and kissed her on the lips. His cock responded as it twinged and stiffened, she was gorgeous. When Shawnee let go, the brunette glanced beyond Shawnee and their eyes met.
“Hi Mack, I’m Yvette. It’s very nice to meet you.”
She had on a long navy woolen coat and when she opened it, beneath she wore red lace, which suited her coloring perfectly. The red high heels led up to black tinted nylons, and then t
o red garters. Mack couldn’t control the rush of desire that swept through his body.
“Nice to meet you too, Yvette. Now how about you two beautiful ladies come over here and take care of daddy,” he said seductively.
Yvette, winked. “Baby, you’re in for a surprise, I like the control. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Christ,” he said under his breath. His cock hardened like steel at her words. “None,” he answered.
Shawnee held Yvette’s hand as they walked back to the bed. She then let the long dark coat she wore, slide off her long toned arms and to the floor. She then laid it on the large, tufted chair in the bedroom. She took Yvette’s hand once again and led her to the bed. Mack was sprawled out, his cock hard and erect. He stroked himself, assuring that his erection wouldn’t let anyone down.
Shawnee went into his arms and kissed the crook of his neck. As he embraced her, soft sensuous hands slowly crept up his thighs, and stopped as they encompassed his hard cock. Wet full lips found their way around the head of his dick. Slowly those lips slid down his length and then her warm, wet mouth sucked him in.
He entangled his hands into Shawnee’s hair as their kisses deepened. She moved over him crushing her breast to his chest. Her tits and tongue were slowly undoing him, but the insistent, expert mouth that was sucking his cock would surely finish him off. He tried to hold back from cuming, and Yvette took care of that as she squeezed the base of his cock and removed her mouth.
Yvette then said, “It’s time to make sure Shawnee is ready for your cock,” she purred. “Come here honey, let momma taste your pussy.”
Christ, Mack thought, watching her eat Shawnee’s pussy would put him right over the edge. He took a deep breath as the brunette dove between Shawnee’s pussy. He got up on an elbow, and watched the erotic display before him. He wondered how this night would turn out and he didn’t have to wait long. Shawnee grabbed the sheets and raised her body off the bed as she came. When Yvette raised her head, her face glistened with Shawnee’s juices.
“My turn now, Mack,” Yvette said, as she slid her body over his. She kissed his neck, then his mouth, letting him taste Shawnee’s tart juices, which coated her lips. He relished it, then grabbed her hair and kissed her greedily. Another set of fingers roamed his body then stopped at his almost ready to burst cock.
“Mmm, baby, this delicious cock is weeping. Soon my delicious man, you’re going to cum. She licked the head and extracted a tortured moan from his lips.
Then he muttered, “Fuck.”
“Shawnee, baby, his cock is yours. I’ll sit on his face,” Yvette said, positioning herself over him as she held onto to the headboard.
Mack needed no further prompting as he buried his tongue in her pussy. He found her clit, sucked on it, and flicked it back and forth until she was humping his face. Shawnee climbed on his cock and slid him home.
She rode him hard as he licked his meal. He exploded inside of Shawnee as his cock jerked spewed his cum.
“Oh, fuck,” she yelled. “My fucking God!” Yvette’s pussy gushed on his face. Then she slid off him.
All three were breathing heavy and for a few seconds that was the only sound in the room, then Shawnee’s small giggle broke the silence.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” she uttered breathlessly as she crept up the side of him and into his strong arms. Yvette was off his face. She lay on her side next to him and he smiled. He put out his arm to her. She molded her body to his and both women laid their heads on his chest.
“Ladies, that was spectacular. If you give me a little time we’ll have another go at it.”
Laughter erupted in the room. Mack wasn’t kidding. He’d be ready for another round soon and now, he thought life couldn’t get any better.
Chapter Two
Mack adjusted his tie. He glanced at his reflection, had he seen a gray hair. Dam, over the last year he’d noticed quite a few. He was after all pushing thirty-seven, and his father had been completely gray by the time he was forty. He wasn’t upset. He’d look distinguished, just like his father. There was one difference between him and his father, by forty his father was married and had four kids.
His mother was an attractive pleasant woman who adored all of her children. Mack had a decent upbringing and his siblings were married with children of their own but that wasn’t what he wanted out of life. He walked away from the mirror. What did he want out of life?
He pushed aside the question. He had time to sort out that monumental question. First, he needed to find a woman who he could tolerate for longer than a few months. He grinned. Right now, he was on his way to a small get-together at a friend’s house. His friend Paul wanted him to meet a friend of his wife’s. Said the girl was shy, and a little introverted but was a breath of fresh air.
This woman seemed important to Paul. So Mack decided to tread lightly, because he didn’t want to fuck up his friendship with him. So, he’d be on his best behavior.
****
The small get together was going well and Mack was relieved the young woman Paul was so anxious for him to meet didn’t show. He was the odd man out, but that never bothered him. Now he had a bevy of married woman flocked around him. A few looked like potential fucks. Married woman were safe, they took what they needed, then went back to their husbands and children. So far, his affairs with married women were home runs.
Mack noticed Paul conversing with his wife. She was on the phone, pushing at Paul and laughing. A twinge of jealousy pinched at his chest. As long as he knew Paul and Serena, the two always came across as happy and loving. Lately a part of him began to crave what he saw with the two of them. Paul turned from his wife and now motioned to Mack to come over to him.
“Excuse me ladies, but the host beckons me,” he joked, as he got up.
“What’s up?” he asked Paul.
“It’s Britt. She just called. She’s a registered nurse and had to work overtime. Some kind of car accident and it lit up the ER. She’s on her way. I’d love for you to stay and meet her.”
“You’re really pushing this, should I be worried?” he said, jokingly.
“Mack I know this sounds like a plea of desperation, but trust me it’s not. Serena just feels the two of you will hit it off. Moreover, Britt’s too damn dedicated to her job. A twenty-eight year old woman should be out there having some fun once in a while.”
“Oh, I see,” he laughed, “and I’m a fun guy, right?”
Paul put his arm around Mack’s shoulders. “Let’s talk.”
“Hey, bro this sounds serious,” Mack said, slightly confused.
They walked onto the outside deck. “It’s not serious just something you should know. Britt England, Serena’s longtime friend is somewhat of a rarity. She’s a virgin.”
Mack choked on the beer he was drinking. Paul hit him on the back. “Yeah, when Serena told me I had the same reaction. And to look at her, damn you wonder how the hell she managed all these years to keep her pussy out of harm’s way.”
“What do you mean?” Mack asked. “To look at her? Is there something wrong with her?”
“No that’s just it, she gorgeous and fucking hot. How does a woman like her keep a man at bay?”
“She probably isn’t sending out any signals. She’s a nurse right, a lot of them are pretty cold.”
“Britt doesn’t come across as cold, at least not to me. Serena knows I’d do her in a heartbeat, if my woman wasn’t here, but I don’t think I’m her type.”
Mack took another sip of his beer, fuck, he thought, this wasn’t good. He’d meet this chick and be nice to her then leave it at that. He wasn’t getting involved with any twenty-eight year old virgin. In another time, she would have been considered an old maid and him, a confirmed bachelor. That was until the doorbell rang and Britt England made her grand entrance.
His hand held onto the bottle tight, as his eyes scanned the petite blonde. Damn, was his mouth agape and slack jawed? Even from a distance, she was amazing. No mor
e than five foot two, slender with skin the color of soft peaches, indicating the blonde hair maybe enhanced, but natural.
She walked slowly, saying her hellos, and each step brought her closer to him, along with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Christ, he thought, they were sky blue, the color of the sky on a clear and brilliant day. He’d never had the first, sight of a woman, effect as this one was.
His mouth went dry, despite the cold beer. His knees wanted to buckle. What the fuck was wrong with him? She was just another woman, a soft delectable one, but all the same, a woman. She wasn’t even his type he usually preferred the dark sultry kind. No, she was light, soft, and ultra-feminine. Did she have any idea the effect she had on men? A hand patted his shoulder jogging him out of the mystical fog the sight of her, had put him in.
“So what do you think? Was I right, she’s a stunner,” Paul said.
“Yeah a stunner,” Mack whispered.
Paul laughed low. “She has that effect on men, but I honestly thought you’d be immune. You’ve renewed my faith, Mack, you’re human.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he said turning to his friend.
“Never mind, here she comes.”
She walked up to them and rushed into Paul’s arms then kissed him on the cheek. “How have you been?” he asked her.
“Fine, we’ve been busy at the hospital sorry I’m late.” She eased herself out of his arms and stood inches from Mack. He could feel her. He wanted to touch her. But he kept his reserve and for the first time, he had trouble keeping himself in check. She bothered him, but in a good way in an arousing way.
“Britt, this is Mack Hargrove, the guy I was telling you about.”
She held out her hand to him. “Hi Mack, nice to meet you.”
It was as though her hand was a hot coal. He was afraid to touch it. His eyes settled on her face and then her eyes. The intensity of which he stared into them made him dizzy. He grabbed her hand in a firm manly handshake, not wanting to be gentle but needing to feel her soft feminine skin. Then, she smiled and his stiff reserve began to crumble. She was like the most delectable dessert on the cart, the one that made your mouth water and created a craving deep inside. He felt his mouth move, damn it he was smiling.
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