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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: The Dom's Submission
- Sprache: Englisch
Terry has found the perfect sub in Maggie, except she still thinks this was a one night fling.
That isn't going to work for him. He is nowhere near done with her yet. She's warm, willing and eager to please.
Now, all he has to do is convince her that having him around is a good thing, both in and out of her bedroom.
Maggie has never, ever had a night like she did with Terry. She'd love to keep seeing him, but she has too much to do. She has kids to care for, a job, and a house to pack because she has to move. Unfortunately, there's no time for a hot, sexy, man in her life.
Now, she just has to convince him of that.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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Title Page
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PART TWO – HIS MISSION | CHAPTER 1: Terry
CHAPTER 2: Maggie
CHAPTER 3: Terry
CHAPTER 4: Maggie
CHAPTER 5: Terry
CHAPTER 6: Maggie
CHAPTER 7: Terry
CHAPTER 8: Terry
CHAPTER 9: Maggie
CHAPTER 10: Terry
CHAPTER 11: Maggie
CHAPTER 12: Terry
CHAPTER 13: Maggie
CHAPTER 14: Terry
CHAPTER 15: Maggie
CHAPTER 16: Terry
CHAPTER 17: Maggie
CHAPTER 18: Maggie
CHAPTER 19: Terry
CHAPTER 20: Maggie
CHAPTER 21: Terry
CHAPTER 22: Maggie
CHAPTER 23: Terry
CHAPTER 24: Terry
CHAPTER 25: Maggie
CHAPTER 26: Maggie
CHAPTER 27: Terry
CHAPTER 28: Terry
CHAPTER 29: Maggie
CHAPTER 30: Terry
CHAPTER 31: Terry
PART THREE – HIS SUBMISSION | CHAPTER 1: Terry
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PART TWO – HIS MISSION
CHAPTER 1: Terry
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Terry had found his perfect little sub and wasn’t letting Maggie get away that easily. He wasn’t tired of fucking her yet. “Why do you have to leave? Your kids don’t come home until Sunday.”
“I have to work tonight.” Maggie looked in the mirror and straightened her hair.
“What time?”
“Five.”
“That’s hours from now.” Which gave him hours to convince her to call off. It was a shitty job anyway.
“I have to pack.” She headed into the bedroom.
“Pack?” He followed, watching the way her ass bounced as she walked. God, he wanted to slap that butt and watch it jiggle as he fucked her.
“Yeah, I have to move in a couple of weeks.”
“Why?” She’d better not be moving far away. They were nowhere near done with their...It wasn’t a relationship, but unlike with his other subs, he hadn’t drawn up a contract. It didn’t matter what they called it. They were not done with each other.
“Can’t afford to stay there since the divorce.”
“Where are you moving?”
“Not far.” She walked faster into the living room.
That was good, but she was hiding something. As a lawyer, he was quite familiar with evasive answers. He leaned against the dining room table. “Where?”
“Down the street a bit.” She looked around the living room. “Have you seen my purse?”
He pointed to the table next to the door.
She walked over and grabbed her phone from her purse.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling an Uber.”
“Don’t.” They’d been over this, again and again. “You can use my car. It’s just sitting in the garage.”
“I’m not taking your car.”
“Why? I don’t use it. No one does.” He’d never met such a stubborn woman. “I bought it for my daughter as a college graduation present but she wanted a European trip. So, the car sits there.” He walked across the room toward her. “You’d be doing me a favor. It’s not good for cars to sit. They need to be driven.” Like women needed to be fucked. “Plus, you agreed to obey me.”
“That’s only when...you know.” She blushed as she waved her hand. She was adorable.
“When we fuck. Say it.” He stepped closer to her, letting her feel the pull of attraction between them.
“No. You know what I meant.” She stepped aside and started to punch numbers into her phone.
He snatched it from her.
“Hey, give that back.”
He couldn’t believe he was reduced to this. He held it in the air out of her reach, as his mind scrambled for a way to make her stay.
“Stop acting like a child and give me my phone.”
She was right, but she brought out the worst in him. “If you won’t take the car, at least, let me drive you home.” He handed her the phone.
She frowned but nodded. “Thank you.”
“Give me a moment.” He went into his bedroom and came back with his keys and his gym bag. Hopefully, he wouldn’t need the change of clothes because of working out. “Ready?”
He opened the door to the garage and stepped aside so she could go first. She eyed the bag but kept her suspicions to herself like a good little sub.
CHAPTER 2: Maggie
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Maggie stared out the window as Terry drove her home. This was a mistake. She should’ve taken an Uber. She was pretty sure he had no intention of going to the gym which meant he’d brought a change of clothes for other reasons. Her body tingled at the thought of another night with him. She dug her nails into her palm, reminding her traitorous body that it was over, no more nights of passion. She got too attached too fast. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. She had to stop relying on men to help her. She needed to learn to take care of herself.
“So, where are you moving to?”
“Down the road.” She wasn’t telling anyone except those she had to where she and her children were moving. It was embarrassing. The neighborhood was a dump and she’d cried all night when she’d realized that it was the only place she could afford.
“Is there a reason you won’t tell me where?” He glanced at her. “I promise not to show up on your doorstep.”
“That’s not it.” She smiled at him. She was sure she’d fantasize many nights about him arriving at her home and sweeping her off her feet and into his bed.
“Then why are you being so secretive.”
“I don’t see why it matters.” This was going to be hard. “Terry, I appreciate all you’ve done for me, I do.”
“But...” His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed as he stared at the road ahead of them.
“But I have three kids. I don’t have time for a man in my life.”
“You had time for one between your legs. Several times.”
She inhaled sharply and turned toward the window. He was just like David and every other man, lashing out when he didn’t get his way.
He didn’t say anything and neither did she but she wanted to. She was always the one who made the peace but she wasn’t doing it this time. He’d been cruel and she deserved better than that. He pulled into her driveway and she hopped out.
“Thank you for the ride.” Her face heated at his smirk. “For bringing me home. Goodbye.”
She slammed the door and hurried toward her house, his footsteps right behind her. She was tempted to run, but that would be undignified. Plus, she’d never make it to the door and inside before he caught up with her.
He stopped next to her on the porch. “When do the movers get here?”
She put her key in the lock and opened the door. “Movers? What movers?”
“You’re packing the whole house by yourself?”
She didn’t have money for movers. “Yes, and I have a lot to do.” She stepped inside. “Thank you again for helping with my car and bringing me home and—”
“And everything.” He moved closer.
She wanted to rest her head against his chest, let him fight her battles and protect her from the world, but that never worked, so instead she took a step back. “Goodbye, Terry.”
She started to close the door but he caught it. She stared at him, waiting for him to say something—apologize for being so rude, tell her goodbye, ask to see her again. She’d have to refuse, of course, but she wanted him to ask.
“Do you want some help?”
“What?” She hadn’t expected that.
“Packing. I can help.” He pushed the door open a little. “Point me in the right direction.”
“Ah...” She shouldn’t let him. She needed to end this and after his crude comment in the car it’d be the perfect time.
“Come on. This is a lot of work and you could an extra pair of hands.”
That was true. The two older kids tried to help but they made more messes than anything else. “Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to do it.” He stepped inside her house, closing the door behind him. “So, where do we start?”
This was a mistake. She knew it, but she couldn’t send him away. Not yet. “I guess little Davy’s room. He won’t care.”
CHAPTER 3: Terry
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“What do you mean by that?” Terry had no idea why he was staying to help Maggie, except that he wasn’t ready for their day together to end.
“Isabella will care. She’s almost eight and she wants to help.” She walked down the hallway and he followed.
“Ah, I remember little girls that age.” His daughter had been his kryptonite.
She gave him an odd glance over her shoulder.
“My daughter.” He slapped her ass.
“Don’t start.” She walked into the baby’s bedroom.
“Then stop thinking I’m a pervert.” He had to repair the damage his big mouth and temper had caused.
“I wasn’t.” She handed him a box from the corner. “Toys.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He started filling the box. “You know, I’m the one who’s supposed to be in charge.”
“Only in the bedroom.” She averted her eyes but her face turned a rosy hue.
“We’re in a bedroom.”
“Oh, we are.” Her eyes widened. “But not to...you know.”
“We could.” He definitely could.
“Bed’s too small.”
“We don’t need a bed and you know it.” He moved to a toy box. “I’m sure you remember, we fucked on the bathroom counter.” He opened the lid. “We can load this as is, right?” It was her house and her stuff, so he needed to ask.
“No. Too heavy.”
He bent and lifted it. “Not for me.” He straightened, liking the appreciation on her face. “Where to?”
“Garage. I’ll get the door.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He wanted her impressed with his strength. It’d make her wet. It might even help her forget his earlier comment.
“You sure?”
“Yep.” He hefted it a little higher. Damn, the thing was kind of heavy but there was no way he was letting her know that. “Where?”
“Door to the garage is through the kitchen.”
“Got it.” He strode out of the room and into the kitchen. It wasn’t easy propping the toy box against the wall and opening the door, but he managed. He was a man after all. He placed it near a stack of boxes.
He went back to the bedroom and began unloading a dresser, staring at the little clothes in his hands. It’d been a long time since he’d touched clothes this size.
Babies were so helpless and yet so determined–forcing him and his wife to change their lives and he’d loved every minute. One of the shirts had a faded stain—puke. He stuffed it in the box with the other clothes. Okay, he hadn’t loved every minute, not the late nights nor when they’d been sick or the toys scattered all around the house. Both him and his wife had been too tired to do anything but crash in the bed—no sex, no talking, just exhausted sleep. He didn’t need to do this again. He didn’t want to do this again. He’d raised his kids. He was done.
He quickly filled the box and took it to the garage, coming back and taking the one she’d packed. He should go. He’d fucked her and now he could forget her. He’d tell her he had to leave. That work had called. He walked into the bedroom.
She straightened, pushing her hair from her face. “Okay, I think we’ve done as much as we can. I still need some things out until moving day. We should do Peter’s room next.” She moved past him into the bedroom across the hall.
He followed. This was a little boy’s room filled with cars and balls and action figures. His son had loved all those things when he was little. Right before his divorce. Right before he’d become a visitor in his kids’ lives.
She looked around and grabbed a box. “This is going to take a while.” She smiled at him. “Thanks for helping.”
“You’re welcome.” Only a real asshole would leave her to do this alone. He’d help until she had to go to work and then this was over.
She bent and picked up some toys. His gaze rested on her ass. Who was he kidding? He wasn’t done with her yet. They were adults, engaging in a casual arrangement. He didn’t need to ever be around her kids. They could meet during the day or at night, whenever she had an hour or so and...”How often does your ex take the kids?”
“He’s supposed to take them every other weekend but sometimes he skips.” She frowned. “Too busy.”
“That’s bullshit.”
She stared at him.
He shrugged. “I always made time for my kids, no matter how busy I was.”
“You were a good father.”
He had been a good father. He’d read to them. Watched cartoons with them. He’d hated the shows but loved their giggles and the way they’d climb onto his lap—their little bodies snuggled against him, one on each side. And then they were gone, except every other weekend.
He didn’t want to count the Saturdays he’d spent watching those stupid kid shows by himself, missing his children. He needed to get away from this room, those memories. “I need a drink.”
“I have water, milk and juice.”
He needed a shot or two but even a beer would do. “No beer? Any alcohol?”
“No. Sorry.”
“Water then. You want one.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
He went into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles from the refrigerator. He took a deep breath, staring at nothing but seeing his past. All those nights alone. He’d stayed at the office late every day. He’d had to start a new business and that took a lot of time but he also hadn’t wanted to go home.
“Terry, did you find the water?” Maggie yelled from the other room.
He could do this. He could pack those toys and those little clothes. He could keep those memories—all the lonely days, weekends, and holidays—at bay. Unless...“Do you want me to start in the kitchen,” he hollered. “We could tackle two rooms at once.”
She came to the door. “If you want. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Of course.” He handed her a bottle of water.
“Okay.” She was looking at him, an odd expression on her face.
“We can finish the bedroom if you prefer. I just thought I could get the heavier kitchen items.”
“Yeah, silverware and dishes are very heavy.”
“They are if you pack a box full of them.” He didn’t need her smart mouth right now.
“You can work in the kitchen or anywhere you like. I just appreciate the help.” She turned, walking back toward the bedroom but he was pretty sure he’d seen hurt in her big, hazel eyes.
“No. You’re right. We should do one room at a time.” Even if it killed him. He’d remember her face as he’d slid his dick inside of her. She wasn’t a mother then. She was just the woman he was fucking.
CHAPTER 4: Maggie
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Maggie picked up their plates as Terry tossed the last bite of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich into his mouth. It’d been all she’d had at the house for a late lunch. Maybe, she should’ve let him order takeout like he’d offered. “Sorry that I didn’t have anything else.”
“Are you kidding? I forgot how good PB&J was. I used to eat it with my kids all the time.” His eyes grew a little sad and distant.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She doubted he had, but he was being an excellent sport. Like it or not, he was a nice guy.
“Where next?” he asked.
“I guess my room.”
“Excellent.” He grinned, his dark eyes roaming over her hungrily.
“We’re packing. That’s it.” She headed down the hallway, feeling better already.
“I’ve got something you can pack,” he whispered by her ear.
She shivered but elbowed him in the gut. “We don’t have time.”
“We can make time.”
She turned around. This had to stop. “Terry, if that’s why you’re helping—”
“It’s not.” He shrugged. “Not entirely anyway. I mean, I wouldn’t turn you down.”
“That’s honest.” She laughed.
He took her chin in his grasp. “Always. I told you that. I may be blunt and thoughtless, sometimes even cruel, but I’m always honest.” His eyes searched hers. “And I’m sorry I was cruel.”
It wasn’t the best apology she’d ever gotten but she was pretty sure it was the best she’d get from this arrogant, controlling man.
“Okay, but I have a lot to do and very little time.”
“When are you moving?” He grabbed an empty box from the corner.
“We have to be out of here in a week.”
“And you’re going to pack the entire house?” He didn’t even try to hide his disbelief.
“I’ve done a lot already.” She pointed to the closet. “Start there. Put everything in the box.”
“Why don’t you hire someone to help you?” He dropped the box on the floor.
“You want the truth?” She wasn’t sure why she was willing to tell him. It was embarrassing.
“Always.” He stopped putting clothes in the box and stared at her.
“I can’t afford it.” She bent, starting with the bottom dresser drawer so she didn’t have to see the look of pity on his face.
“I can pay for it.”
“No. Thank you, but that’s not why I told you.” She couldn’t take his money.
“I know that. I want to help. Let me.”
She glanced up and he was watching her. “No.” She liked him as a friend...with benefits and she wouldn’t jeopardize that. She had to end this but she didn’t want either of them to have bad memories of their time together. “I can’t. I won’t borrow—”
“It’ll be a gift.”
“For what?”
He blinked, stunned.
“Gifts are supposed to be for something—a birthday, Christmas, something.”
“Can’t a man give a woman a gift for no other reason than he wants to. Because he was thinking of her.”
“Well, yes. That might work for a flowers or candy or even jewelry but not movers.”
“How about because I care for you and...”
“Stop. Please. You barely know me.”
“I know you intimately.” His voice deepened, sending shivers racing through her body.
“That’s not the same as caring about someone.”
“Are you saying that you don’t care about me?” He moved toward her. “That you were only using me for my cock.”
“No.” She should step away. Get back to work but she didn’t do either. She stood, waiting for him.
“Of course, my mouth and hands, played”—his eyes dropped to her breasts—“a big part in what we did.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She stepped aside, putting the box between them. “I do like you.”
His eyes darkened even more.
“As a friend.” Now, his lips were drawn and tight, and she wanted nothing more than to press against them—make them and her happy—but she couldn’t. “And that’s why I can’t let you do this. It wouldn’t be right. I don’t take money from friends.”
“How about fuck-buddies? Do you take money from them?”
“There’s no reason to be crass.”
“Right. No reason at all.” He went back to the other side of the room and resumed stuffing items from the closet into the box.
He was obviously pissed but she wasn’t backing down on this. Still, she didn’t like tension. She’d never liked fighting. “Look, I’m sorry that I won’t take your money.”
“You think that’s why I’m mad.” He threw a handful of her clothes into the almost full box.
“Well, yeah. I assumed you didn’t like not getting your way.” He certainly didn’t in the bedroom.
“I don’t but that’s not...Forget it. You’re right.” He closed the box and picked it up, carrying it out of the room.
CHAPTER 5: Terry
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Terry left the bedroom as quickly as he could. Getting away from Maggie was the only way for him to keep his cool. Friends. She thought of him as a friend. That was like a slap in the nuts. He’d fucked her six ways till Sunday. His lips curled in a grin. He was going to fuck her tonight and throughout Sunday. But friends? He dropped the box by the stack of others. He hadn’t paid attention before but there were a lot of boxes in this garage and that meant she’d packed all of them by herself. This was crazy. She shouldn’t be doing this alone and how was she going to move everything to her new house? She didn’t even have a car. He pulled his phone from his pocket. Time to call in some debts.
By the time he made it back to the bedroom he was in a much better mood. His friends would be here tomorrow to help finish packing and when that was done, they’d move it to her new house. She couldn’t refuse because it wasn’t going to cost him a penny, except for the moving van, but too bad. She needed help and he liked helping her.
The sound of Led Zeppelin drifted down the hallway. His little rabbit kept getting better and better. Classic rock was his favorite type of music. He walked into the bedroom. She was still working at her dresser. He grabbed another box and went back to the closet.
“I do appreciate you helping me with this.” She glanced at him.
“That’s what friends do.” He almost choked on the word—so much for feeling better about this situation.
“Is that why you’re upset?”
“Let’s not talk about it.” He tossed the rest of her clothes in the box. “There’s still room in here. Where to next?”
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings when—”
“You didn’t hurt my feelings.” Please, he was a grown man not a child.
“Well, I said something that bothered you and I didn’t mean to.”
“I’m fine.” And done talking about this crap. He moved over by the chest of drawers to finish filling his box.
“I’ll get that,” she snapped and then smiled at him. “Why don’t you start in the kitchen like you’d suggested earlier?”
“Sure. As soon as I fill this box.” Great. Now, she wanted him working in the other room. He grabbed the handle and she raced across the room, shoving the drawer shut and blocking it with her body.
“Oh, now, I have to see what’s in here.” He tried to push her out of his way, but she clung to the dresser and she was stronger than she looked.
“Please, Terry. Don’t.” She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes pleading.
“What are you hiding? Do you have your ex’s body in here or something?” His body pressed deliciously against hers and his dick wanted to come out and play.
“Stop it. Please.” She tried to push him away with her back and stilled. She had to feel his cock against her ass.
He shifted his hips to make sure she felt every painful inch of him. He leaned down so his lips brushed against her ear. “Let me see inside the dresser or take off your pants.”
“We can’t. I have a lot of work—”
“I think it’s Sir, right now, don’t you?” He kissed her neck, letting his tongue tickle her skin before sucking on it. She was so damn sweet. Her breathing was shallow and her body tense with anticipation. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“We can’t,” she repeated but her words were husky with desire.
“Then step aside and let me see inside your dresser.” He unbuttoned his pants. praying that she was too embarrassed to show him whatever was in there because right now he needed to sink his cock inside her. He was going to prove to her that he was a lot of things but her friend wasn’t one of them.
“Fine.” Her body trembled as she stepped aside.
He stared after her as she walked away. It was like being denied water from a lake that stood right in front of him. She was back at her dresser, filling her box with clothes like he hadn’t just about had his dick shoved so deep inside her all she could do was moan.
“Look. You wanted to see what was in there. Look and get it over with.”
“I did but given the choice, I’d rather have fucked you.” He buttoned his pants.
Her eyes drifted over his body and rested for one blissful second on the bulge straining at his jeans. “I don’t have time.”
“I could make it quick.” He put his hand on the dresser draw as an incentive. She really hadn’t wanted him to see whatever was in there, which made him crazy curious but he could persuade her to show him after he fucked her. “We’d hardly lose any time at all.”
“A quickie? Is that supposed to entice me?”
“I’d make sure you enjoyed it. It’d be fast and hard, rough even but filled with pleasure for both of us.”
Her lips parted and her breath came a little faster. She just needed a nudge.
“I’d slide my hand between your legs.” His eyes held hers. “Maybe, not even unbutton your pants. That way my hand would be tight against you. Only able to move a little. You’d feel every inch of my hand and fingers pressing against you, stroking you.”
