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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Sprache: Englisch
Three stories. One hot weekend!
His Lesson:
It's Terry's birthday and Maggie's got a surprise for him. One full weekend at La Petite Mort Club. Together. Just the two of them -- Dom and Sub. Terry's body can't wait to get started but his head and heart aren’t so sure this is a good idea. Is she ready for the Club and all the kink or will he push her too far and lose her forever?
His Love:
Nothing is going to make Terry lose control like he did last night. He has every detail planned to recreate an evening from their past in La Petite Mort Club style, until another night from his past threatens everything.
His Imperfect Day:
Terry isn’t thrilled with how he confessed his feelings to Maggie and this time he’s determined to do better. They’ll spend a perfect day at the beach with the kids and then tonight, he’ll show Maggie how much he loves her with every kiss and touch.
Except…Life has other plans. Watch Terry’s perfect day unravel into an epic disaster that only kids can create.
If you enjoy romantic comedies with a LOT of steam, then you'll love this erotic romance box set. Maggie is a curvy, divorced, single mother who has self-esteem issues due to a jerk of an ex-husband and her body that has drifted south after having three kids. Terry is a well-meaning but flawed alpha male who wants to show her that submission is great when you find the right Dom.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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The Dom's Birthday Weekend
Ellis O. Day
Published by LSODea, 2021.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
THE DOM'S BIRTHDAY WEEKEND
First edition. September 4, 2021.
Copyright © 2021 Ellis O. Day.
ISBN: 978-1942706724
Written by Ellis O. Day.
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The Proposition
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The Baby Bargain
Making the Baby
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His Sub
His Mission
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The Dom's Birthday Weekend
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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The Dom's Birthday Weekend
His Lesson | CHAPTER 1: TERRY
CHAPTER 2: TERRY
CHAPTER 3: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 4: TERRY
CHAPTER 5: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 6: TERRY
CHAPTER 7: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 8: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 9: TERRY
CHAPTER 10: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 11: TERRY
CHAPTER 12: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 13: TERRY
CHAPTER 14: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 15: TERRY
CHAPTER 16: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 17: TERRY
CHAPTER 18: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 19: TERRY
CHAPTER 20: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 21: TERRY
CHAPTER 22: MAGGIE
CHAPTER 23: TERRY
CHAPTER 24: MAGGIE
His Love | CHAPTER 1: Terry
CHAPTER 2: Maggie
CHAPTER 3: Maggie
CHAPTER 4: Terry
CHAPTER 5: Maggie
CHAPTER 6: Terry
CHAPTER 7: Terry
CHAPTER 8: Maggie
CHAPTER 9: Terry
CHAPTER 10: Maggie
CHAPTER 11: Terry
CHAPTER 12: Maggie
CHAPTER 13: Terry
CHAPTER 14: Maggie
CHAPTER 15: Terry
CHAPTER 16: Maggie
CHAPTER 17: Terry
CHAPTER 18: Maggie
CHAPTER 19: Terry
CHAPTER 20: Maggie
CHAPTER 21: Terry
CHAPTER 22: Maggie
CHAPTER 23: Maggie
CHAPTER 24: Terry
CHAPTER 25: Maggie
CHAPTER 26: Terry
CHAPTER 27: Maggie
CHAPTER 28: Terry
CHAPTER 29: Maggie
CHAPTER 30: Maggie
CHAPTER 31: Terry
CHAPTER 32: Maggie
CHAPTER 33: Terry
His Imperfect Day | CHAPTER 1: Terry
CHAPTER 2: Terry
CHAPTER 3: Terry
CHAPTER 4: Maggie
CHAPTER 5: Terry
CHAPTER 6: Terry
CHAPTER 7: Maggie
CHAPTER 8: Maggie
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: Terry
CHAPTER 19: Maggie
CHAPTER 20: Terry
CHAPTER 21: Terry
CHAPTER 22: Terry
CHAPTER 23: Terry
CHAPTER 24: Maggie
CHAPTER 25: Terry
CHAPTER 26: Maggie
CHAPTER 27: Terry
CHAPTER 28: Maggie
CHAPTER 29: Terry
Playing House
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Also By Ellis O. Day
Three stories. One hot weekend!
His Lesson:
It's Terry's birthday and Maggie's got a surprise for him. One full weekend at La Petite Mort Club. Together. Just the two of them—Dom and Sub. Terry's body can't wait to get started but his head and heart aren’t so sure this is a good idea. Is she ready for the Club and all the kink or will he push her too far and lose her forever?
His Love:
Nothing is going to make Terry lose control like he did last night. He has every detail planned to recreate an evening from their past in La Petite Mort Club style, until another night from his past threatens everything.
His Imperfect Day:
Terry isn’t thrilled with how he confessed his feelings to Maggie and this time he’s determined to do better. They’ll spend a perfect day at the beach with the kids and then tonight, he’ll show Maggie how much he loves her with every kiss and touch.
Except...Life has other plans. Watch Terry’s perfect day unravel into an epic disaster that only kids can create.
If you enjoy romantic comedies with a LOT of steam, then you'll love this erotic romance box set. Maggie is a curvy, divorced, single mother who has self-esteem issues due to a jerk of an ex-husband and her body that has drifted south after having three kids. Terry is a well-meaning but flawed alpha male who wants to show her that submission is great when you find the right Dom.
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His Lesson
CHAPTER 1: TERRY
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Terry sat in his office pretending to listen to Dan who rattled on about a potential new client. He should be paying attention but he couldn’t stop thinking about next week. It was his first vacation in years. Before he’d met Maggie, vacation had meant days alone with nothing to do. Now, it was ten days with him, Maggie and the children—no work, no chores, no running the kids to activities, nothing but hanging out at the pool, playing games and sleeping in late. There wouldn’t be much sex with the kids sharing the same hotel suite but they’d make up for that when they returned home.
Derek, the contractor he’d hired, had sworn a week would be more than enough time to finish soundproofing the master bedroom. Once that was done, he wouldn’t have to wait for the weekends the kids were with their father to go down on Maggie. Those sounds she made—the moans and mews of pleasure were almost as good as her lips around his cock.
He’d have to talk to Ethan, his friend and owner of La Petite Mort Club, about purchasing some of the larger toys. He’d love to take Maggie to the Club but his little rabbit wasn’t quite ready for that yet, but when she was...He shifted and focused on Dan. If he didn’t stop thinking about Maggie his boner would be knocking on his desk.
“Ms. Carmel’s husband had her sign a prenup but I think we can work around it,” said Dan.
“How?” Prenups weren’t all created equal but they were difficult to get voided.
“Here.” Dan flipped through a stack of papers, placing one on Terry’s desk. “This property isn’t listed on the prenup.”
“Really?” That was interesting, but the best part was how far Dan had come in the past few months. The young attorney now checked all assets thoroughly, never taking his client’s word.
“This place has been in Mr. Carmel’s family for years,” said Dan. “I doubt he’d want to lose it.”
“What he wants doesn’t matter.” He hadn’t wanted to lose his business or his family, but it’d happened anyway when his wife had left him.
“It does if he agrees to our offer. Pay up and he can keep the property.” Dan straightened the papers as he waited for Terry’s reaction.
The other attorney dressed the part of the rich, successful lawyer but he was too eager for praise. It showed a lack of confidence and that’d be sniffed out and annihilated in court and meetings. Terry leaned back in his chair, letting the man sweat. He’d hired several young attorneys like this—smart, driven, but no swagger. He’d been just like them, until he’d joined La Petite Mort Club. Sex, power and money had a way of making both men and women feel invincible and that confidence flowed into other aspects of their lives. He should ask Ethan to send invitations to some of his employees, starting with Dan.
“I think we should take her retainer,” said Dan.
“Agreed.”
“Great. I’ll have everything ready by Monday.”
“Monday?” The guy must be planning on working the weekend again. Ever since Dan’s girlfriend had left him, the young man had thrown himself into his job. Terry had done the same thing when his wife had left and it wasn’t healthy. “I won’t even be here Monday and you should get a life.”
Dan’s face fell.
Damn, he’d hurt the kid’s feelings. “I understand it’s hard to go on after a breakup.” Jesus, what had Maggie done to him? He sounded like a woman.
“I just...” Dan stared at the papers on the desk. “We were together for five years.”
“Moving on is hard. We all go through it and we all get over it.” They needed to move on from this topic. He tapped the paper on his desk. “So, how much are you going to—”
“We’d been together since college. I can’t even imagine dating anyone else.”
“You don’t have to date.” The other man needed to fuck.
“Oh.” Dan’s cheeks heated slightly. “I could never pay for it.”
“Of course not. That’s illegal.” He helped Ethan dance a fine line with that law.
“Then...”
“There are plenty of women out there who just want to fuck.”
“Really? Where?” Dan smiled. “I sure don’t know any.”
“Join a gentlemen’s club. There are some excellent establishments in this area. I found them helpful after my divorce.”
“I looked into them right after Lisa left.”
“And?”
“I didn’t care for them.”
“They aren’t for everyone.” He could forget having Ethan send that letter.
“I’ve heard there are nice ones but the few I went to were...” Dan frowned.
“Yes, some are quite distasteful.” The women and men working in the free and cheaper establishments were nothing more than uneducated kids, barely over eighteen, forced into that life due to no other options.
“I tried to get an invitation to the best one...La Petite Mort Club but wasn’t able to.”
“I think, I can help with that.” Damn. Maybe, Maggie was right and he did need to watch his big mouth. He’d meant to arrange this behind the scenes.
“Really?” This was the first time he’d seen Dan excited about anything but work in months.
“Absolutely.” He couldn’t wait to tell Maggie that his big mouth had saved the day once again. “I’ll check into it after my vacation.”
“Thank you. I never...” Dan looked about ready to cry.
“Don’t mention it.” This kid needed some hair on his nuts.
“I-I never expected you to care about anything but my work. I appreciate it. I really do.”
Good lord, the guy was not only going to mention it he was going to keep talking about it. He glanced at his watch. He had an appointment with his assistant but not soon enough.
“I’ve worked at a few other firms and they don’t even treat the non-partners like humans.”
“Yeah...well.” His eyes drifted to the door but Ms. Richard’s was always precisely punctual.
“We were all machines to them. Only there to pump out the paperwork.”
This conversation was getting uncomfortable. He needed Maggie. She’d listen and comfort Dan in her kind and caring way, making the other man feel cared for and happy. His employees loved her almost as much as he did.
Time stopped.
Sound disappeared, everything except the thud of his heart pounding in his ears as icy fear filled his chest.
He loved her.
He’d sworn never to fall in love again and yet...his stupid, fucking heart had done just that. Son of a bitch. What was he going to do? He didn’t want to love her. He wanted to take care of her, be there for her, hold her and fuck her in every way imaginable, but he didn’t want to love her. Like his divorce, it didn’t matter what he wanted. There was no undoing this. All he could do was accept it and tell her.
Sound trickled back through his head slowly—Dan’s words, the noise of Ms. Richard’s typing outside his door—as the knot around his heart eased a bit. She’d been telling him that she loved him for months now. His chest tightened again. It had to have hurt her when he hadn’t said it back, but she’d never withheld her words. She was so much stronger than he was.
His phone beeped. It was Maggie. A cold sweat broke out on his skin. He couldn’t talk to her right now, not even in text, but she wasn’t one of those clingy women who texted for no reason. “Dan, I have to take this.”
“Of course.” The younger man stood and left the office, closing the door behind him.
Terry picked up his phone. It’d be fine. He didn’t have to say anything right now. He’d tell her later when the time was right.
MAGGIE: Change of plans. Meet me at the Club tonight after work.
He read it again and again, his dick starting to harden. Was she truly ready for the Club? If she didn’t enjoy herself, she may never want to go again and that’d be a shame for both of them.
TERRY: The Club? You sure?
MAGGIE: Yep.
TERRY: What about the kids?
MAGGIE: Nick and Sarah are keeping them for the weekend.
TERRY: The weekend?
Oh, his dick was paying attention now.
MAGGIE: We pick them up Sunday afternoon and go straight to the hotel for Spring break.
He shifted on his seat to take some pressure off his cock. An entire weekend at the Club with Maggie was a fantasy of his—several fantasies, actually. There was no keeping his dick down now.
TERRY: Ok. I’ll be home in a few.
It was only fair she relieve the pressure in his groin because she’d caused it.
MAGGIE: Okay, but I won’t be there. I’ll meet you at the Club and when you get there, you can do WHATEVER you want to me.
He groaned. This conversation was not for texts. He dialed her number.
“Hey, I thought you might call.” Maggie’s voice was filled with laughter, but this was serious.
“Are you sure? I warned you once not to say that unless you were absolutely positive that you meant it.” His heart thudded, skipping beats as he waited for her answer. A Sub needed to trust her Dom completely. It took time, patience and worthiness on the Dom’s part. He didn’t think they were there yet, but...
“I’m sure.” Now, her voice was soft and a little shaky.
“Maybe, we should stay home instead.” He didn’t want to. Now that she’d put the Club on the agenda, he wanted to take her there and show her off.
“Oh. Okay. Sure. If you don’t want to go, that’s fine.” Her voice cracked.
“Damn it. That’s not what I meant.” His hand tightened on the phone. “I’d love to take you to the Club.”
“Really? You aren’t...”
“I’m not what?” Now, his temper rose along with his dick.
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“Say it.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. You still don’t trust me.” This hurt more than he wanted it to. All his feelings for her were like that—too strong, too raw and too dangerous for his long-term well-being.
“How can you say that?”
“How can you think I wouldn’t want to take you to the Club?”
“Ah...”
He waited, almost hearing her mind scrambling for some lie he’d believe. She still thought she was too heavy and therefore unattractive. He should’ve taken her ex to court for hiding assets and let the asshole go to jail. The man deserved the death sentence for destroying her confidence. Terry tried to show her every day how gorgeous and giving she was, but obviously, she didn’t believe him. He had no idea what else he could do to convince her. “You know what? Don’t answer that question.”
“No?” The word slipped out like a squeak.
Good, she should be nervous. “No.” He leaned forward on his desk. “I’m going to ask you two questions again but this time think before you answer.”
“Okay.”
“And rabbit, I expect an honest answer. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. She understood perfectly. He usually reserved the use of her nickname for their bedroom. “Do you truly want to go to the Club? Before you answer, know that I want to take you there more than you can imagine.” He lowered his voice. “You should see how happy my dick is just thinking about it.”
She laughed. “Yes. I’m ready to go to the Club as long as I’m with you.”
“You’d better not go with anyone else.” He almost growled. He wasn’t into sharing. He’d gladly show her off but no one else was going to fuck her.
“Your second question, Sir.”
“I should punish you for pushing me along.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She didn’t sound sorry at all. “But I have an appointment.”
“You do? What kind of appointment?” He leaned back on his chair. She hadn’t mentioned anything that morning. Of course, she hadn’t said anything about the Club either.
“I have to get ready for tonight. You know, hair, nails, clothes.”
“I certainly don’t want you to miss those appointments.” His dick pressed against his zipper at the promise in her words. She wanted to be ready for him. “So, the second question is...Did you mean it when you said I could do whatever I wanted?” His heart slowed again. There were so many lovely things he couldn’t wait to show her. He’d taught her a lot but some things couldn’t be done in a house full of kids, especially one with thin walls.
“I did.” Her words were whisper soft. “It’s your birthday and this is your present.”
“You already gave me the present of the trip and the remodeling of our bedroom.”
“The soundproofing of our room was your idea and you’re paying for it.”
“Yeah, but your present to me will come later— every night and every morning if we wake early or the kids sleep in late.” God, he wanted to fuck her 24/7. “And during the day on the weekends.” Shit, he was going to have to jerk off, or he’d never make it through an hour at the Club with her.
“Yes, but the soundproofing of our bedroom is Daddy Terry’s present. Me and you at the Club, that’s Sir’s present.”
“Fuck, Maggie.” He was as hard as a rock. “What time are you going to be there?”
“Six.”
He looked at his watch. It was almost three. “I’ll never make it that long. Swing by the office.”
“Terry, I don’t know.”
He didn’t care if his entire staff knew he was banging her in his office, but it made her uncomfortable. As her Dom, her happiness came before his, but this time, they could both get what they wanted. “I’m expanding the offices.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“I have the key to the floor below this one. There’s no one there.”
“No one? I thought you were hiring someone to renovate.”
“I am, but I haven’t decided which contractor is getting the job.”
“And no one will be there or come in while we’re...You know.”
“You can lock the door behind you.”
“Okay, but it’ll have to be quick.
“Trust me. That won’t be a problem.” He rubbed his dick through his pants. “Oh, I need you to bring something.” He’d been waiting to introduce her to a few toys.
“Sure. What?”
“That’s a secret. Go to my closet. You know where the key is.”
“Oh, that closet.” Her voice held a smile.
“Yes, that closet.” His toy chest, so to speak. “On the top shelf is a small wooden box. Bring that and don’t open it.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Not in the least, rabbit.” He smirked. She was going to be so pissed when she realized it was locked. His little rabbit did her best to obey, but she was curious and had her own mind even when it came to bedroom play. He’d never imagined that he’d find mild disobedience attractive in a Sub, but he should’ve known. It meant he got to pseudo punish her—a lot and his dick really, really liked that.
CHAPTER 2: TERRY
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Terry paced in an empty office downstairs, his mind spinning. He loved Maggie. Loved her. Not just cared for her. Not just liked her. Not just wanted to fuck her every waking minute, but he loved her. On top of that, they were finally going to the Club and she’d agreed to let him do whatever he wanted all weekend long.
Scene after scene tumbled through his head, but he had to start small. Conquer the mountain of her nerves and insecurities one rock at a time. He’d start with the simple. He grabbed his phone and dialed.
“Hey, what’s up?” asked Ethan.
“I need a room for this weekend.”
“Ah...have you spoken with Maggie?”
“Yes. She suggested—”
“Great. You know. So, you don’t need a room. She already booked one.”
“She did?” His dick strained, ready to burst through his pants like the Kool-Aid man.
“Yes, she did. Happy birthday to you.”
“No fucking shit.” He drummed his fingers on the table. His little Sub had everything planned. It was time to take back control. He’d give her something familiar and yet different. “I need the Mobile Saint and”— he grinned—“a bowl full of large, fresh cherries. I’ll need them filled—”
“I’m at the airport. Call Julie.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I forgot about your friend.”
“Yeah. No problem.” Ethan’s voice was soft. “I hadn’t seen him in a long time.”
“Still.” It was hard when a friend died but especially one who’d helped his own end along with drugs and alcohol.
“Yeah. It sucks but...life goes on.” There was a forced lightness to Ethan’s tone.
“I’ll let you go. Is Nick helping Julie with the Club?” He didn’t like dealing with Julie and had suggested numerous times that Ethan replace her, but his friend wouldn’t listen.
“You said you talked to Maggie.”
“I did.”
“Then you know Nick and Sarah are watching her kids.”
“Oh. Right. She did say something about that.”
“Forgot everything except the thought of playing at the Club with your Sub, didn’t you?” Ethan laughed.
“Yeah. There’s no room for any other thought after that announcement.”
“Surprised you had enough blood left in your brain to call me.”
“I have to divert some from my dick to plan the weekend. Plus, it’s a button on the phone. I didn’t have to remember your number.”
“That’s true.” Ethan chuckled again. “Since I hate to leave Maggie with a Dom who’ll wing it, hold on a minute.” He began typing.
“I can call Julie—”
“Cherries I can do. You’ll have to work with the staff to prepare them how you want, but the cherries will be at the Club. Talk to Jake in the kitchen but”—more typing—“the Saint is busy tonight.”
“Is it free tomorrow?”
“Yep.”
“That’ll work. Thanks.” He already had a plan forming for tonight. The Mobile Saint would’ve been nice but he could play without it.
“The Saint’s reserved for you. Where do you want it?”
“In our room.” Tonight, he’d show her the playrooms but tomorrow it’d be just her and him, re-enacting in “La Petite Mort Club style” the night he’d feasted on her body.
CHAPTER 3: MAGGIE
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Maggie clutched her purse to her side as she stepped off the elevator and walked into Terry’s suite of offices. No one would know she carried a mystery, sex toy in her handbag. Mystery. Ha. She couldn’t believe the jerk had locked the box. It was insulting that he didn’t trust her.
“Hi, Maggie,” said Rebecca, Terry’s assistant.
“Hi. Is Terry in there?” She nodded at the closed door to her right. The juncture between her legs already throbbed for him, eager to try whatever new, secret pleasure he had planned.
“No. He said to give you this.” Rebecca handed her an envelope.
“Thanks.” She opened it, staring at a piece of paper with the number 303 scrawled across it and a key. It must be to the office downstairs.“Have a nice weekend.” She turned and headed for the elevator, her stomach twisting a bit. Whenever she thought about what might happen at the Club, her nerves battled the steady hum of excitement that pulsed through her body. She trusted Terry but she was going to a sex club. Her. Maggie. Mother of three.
“Thank you. You too and enjoy your vacation.” Rebecca’s voice cracked and then she coughed.
Maggie stopped and walked back to the desk. Right after her divorce, she’d done her share of trying to hide her tears behind a cough. “Is there something wrong?” She hadn’t noticed it before but the other woman’s eyes were slightly swollen and red, like she’d been crying.
“No. Of course not. Everything’s fine.” Rebecca smiled but her lips quivered.
“Everything is not fine.” Maggie pulled up a chair. Terry wouldn’t be happy about being kept waiting but too bad. She may be his Sub but it was good for him to not always get exactly what he wanted when he wanted it. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t control everything.
“It is. Really.” Rebecca looked away.
“Please, tell me. Maybe, I can help.”
“It’s stupid.” Rebecca faced Maggie, a lone tear sliding down her slender cheek. “My ex got married and I-I’m having a hard time.”
“I understand.” All too well. David had remarried three months after their divorce was final. “How long were you married?”
“Oh. We...never married, but we lived together for eight years.”
“I’m so sorry.” She took Rebecca’s hand in hers. What a jerk. The guy had strung her along for years and then married someone else.
“Thanks.” Rebecca pulled her hand free and wiped at her eyes with a tissue.
“When David remarried, I did nothing but sit on the couch and eat ice cream for weeks.” Besides when she’d had to take care of the kids, but she wasn’t bringing that up. The other woman didn’t have any children. Maggie’s kids had been her reason to get out of bed, to get dressed and to pretend to be normal. She had no idea how Rebecca forced herself to do any of those things.
“I’d love to do that. Maybe, I will this weekend.”
“You should.” She glanced behind her to make sure no one was around before leaning closer and lowering her voice. “You know what else you should do?”
“No. What?” Rebecca eyed her warily.
“You should find someone.” She never would’ve suggested this before she’d met Terry. She’d been raised to believe that sex was only for committed relationships. It wasn’t. There was nothing wrong with finding pleasure with another person for a few hours. Being in love with the man made it better, but it wasn’t a necessity.
“I’m not ready for that.”
“I understand.” She had to tread carefully. Everyone grieved differently. She needed to make it clear that she wasn’t judging the other woman. “How long have you been broken up?”
“Almost a year.” Rebecca’s cheeks heated. “I find it difficult to talk to strangers and I wouldn’t even know where to meet a man anymore.”
This was excellent. Rebecca was willing but shy. Maggie had just the man for her. A man who was bite-her-lip gorgeous and currently unattached. “I know a few nice, single men.” Like the sexy, hunk of a man soundproofing her master bedroom. “When I get back into town I can set you up with one of them.”
“No. Thank you.” Rebecca took Maggie’s hand and gave it a quick squeeze. “I appreciate it. I do, but I’ll be okay. I just need time.”
A year was long enough to get over a jerk. However, Rebecca may be shy but she wasn’t a pushover. Maggie had seen the other woman hold her own against angry clients and even Terry. Subtlety was the key for this situation. “Of course, you will and you’re right. You’ll find someone when you’re ready.”
“Thank you for listening.” Rebecca smiled, but sadness lurked in the shadows of her dark green eyes. “I feel better already.”
She’d soon feel much, much better because Maggie was an expert at manipulating stubborn people. She did live with Terry. “Buy a tub of ice cream and enjoy your weekend.” She walked to the door and hesitated.
“Is there something else?”
“I hate to ask when you have your weekend planned.”
“What do you need?”
“It’s just...I’m a bit worried. We’re leaving Beast at home while we’re gone.”
“I thought you were boarding him?”
“We were going to, but the guy who’s remodeling our house is a friend of Ethan’s. He’s new in town and doesn’t have an apartment yet. Terry told him to stay at our place. Since he’s staying, there was no reason to board Beast.”
“I’m sure the dog will be happier at your house than in a kennel. I know mine preferred being at home.”
“You have a dog?” That was nice. At least, Rebecca wasn’t alone.
“Had. He passed away eighteen months ago.” Rebecca pulled another tissue from the box on her desk and wiped at her eyes again.
“I’m so sorry.” Maggie wanted to crawl into her overstuffed purse. The woman had lost both her lover and her dog within a year.
“Thanks. He was a great dog. I still miss him.”
Time to play the guilt card. “So, you understand my worries.”
“Ah...”
“I don’t really know Derek. I met him and Ethan vouched for him but...”
“You trust Ethan, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I’d feel much better if someone I knew checked in on Beast to make sure everything’s okay.”
“Of course.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind stopping by the house?” She knew Rebecca wouldn’t mind at all once she got a peek at Derek.
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
Maggie certainly hoped so. She dug in her purse. The sight of the box reminding her of the horny man who was going to wring her neck for taking this long. “Here’s my key.”
“You want me to let myself in? What about this Derek guy that’s staying there? Won’t he mind me barging into the house?”
“I’ll tell him to expect you every evening.”
“Every evening?” Rebecca’s voice was calm and her posture perfect—only the slight widening of her eyes gave away her surprise.
“Oh. I’m sorry. That’s too much to ask.” Maggie knew it wasn’t. Rebecca may not be a pushover but she was an assistant, helping others was ingrained in her.
“No. Not at all. I’ll be happy to do it.”
“Great. Thank you so much.” She stepped out of the door into the hallway. “You’ll go by tonight, right?”
“Tonight. Yep. Absolutely.” Rebecca’s smile was a bit strained.
Maggie didn’t care. Hopefully, the other woman would take one look at Derek and jump him. If it weren’t for Terry, Maggie would have. The guy was average height, muscular, with dark hair, dark blue eyes and a smile that melted panties.
Her phone beeped.
TERRY: Where the hell are you?
Maggie bit her lip to keep from laughing.
CHAPTER 4: TERRY
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Maggie had better show up soon. Terry already had their first night at the Club planned. It was time to show her just how attractive she really was.
The sound of the door closing drifted into the room, followed by heels tapping on the tile. Maggie stopped in the doorway, her hazel eyes wide and her hair a riotous mass of curls. Her breath hitched and her tongue darted across her lower lip as her eyes raked over him.
His dick, already fully aroused, hardened even more. He’d never grow tired of how much she wanted him. Desire was the greatest aphrodisiac a woman could give a man, but nakedness ran a close second. “Take off your clothes.”
“Yes, Sir.” She put her purse down on the floor before grabbing the bottom of her T-shirt. Her eyes landed on the large window behind him and she stilled.
“Maggie.” He knew exactly what she was thinking and he was going to use that worry, that tension, to make her come so hard her cries shook the furniture.
“Ah...” She glanced at him. “May I close the blinds, Sir?” She started for the window as if expecting his consent.
“You get points for remembering to ask, but no, you may not.”
“What?” She stopped mid-stride.
“You heard me.” He could barely keep the smile from his face as her eyes darted between him and the window.
“But...”
“Yes?”
“Someone might see us.” Her face heated. It was a testament to the innocence of her soul that she still grew embarrassed after all the things they’d done.
“Take off your clothes”—he took a step toward her—“or do I need to spank you.”
“No. I’ll get undressed.” Her hands played with the bottom of her T-shirt. “But we can’t—”
“You’re thinking too much again.” He stalked closer, shifting so she retreated toward the window. “You know that’s not allowed.”
“Terry, this is serious.” She lowered her voice. “We can’t do it in front of a window where anyone can see us.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.” She actually seemed offended.
“Then why aren’t you obeying?”
“You’re kidding, right?” She glanced out the window that was now directly behind her.
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He took the final step, boxing her against the glass. “Now, take off your clothes. I mean it.”
“I...can’t. There are people in the park, right down there.” Her finger shook as she pointed out the window.
She never stopped challenging him and it both annoyed and excited him. He loved the game, the chase and the final surrender, but if she truly trusted him, she’d know he’d never put her at risk.
“Come.” He turned and walked to the desk.
“Thank you, Sir.” She hurried over to him. “You’re going to close the blinds, right?”
“Put your hands on the desk and bend over.”
“Yes, Sir.” She took one more peek at the window before obeying.
He paced behind her, his eyes raking over her lush frame. God, he loved her body—her tits large and soft, her backside round and ripe. His dick hardened even more as he imagined his handprint on the pink, round globes of her ass, but first he’d make her wait. Make her anticipate his next move, his next action and when she was nothing but a bundle of nerves and sexual frustration, he’d spank her and fuck her until she screamed.
CHAPTER 5: MAGGIE
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Maggie’s breath grew heavy as she waited for Terry to touch her. She shifted on her feet. She needed him to do something, say something. She knew he was pissed about the window, but some things went beyond sex and games. If she were arrested for public indecency, her ex would file for custody of the kids just to get back at her and Terry.
“I’m disappointed, Maggie.”
“What?” She hadn’t expected that. She started to straighten but his hand landed on her back, keeping her bent at the waist.
“You said you trusted me and you were ready to go to the Club.”
“I do. I am.” At least she thought she was.
“What do you think happens to disobedient Subs at the Club?” He leaned down, his large body surrounding hers as his lips whispered against her ear. “I’ve been very lenient with you, but I won’t be at the Club.”
“Lenient?” She shivered as his breath tickled her neck. Terry was a lot of things but she’d never considered him lenient.
“Yes. Very.” His hands skimmed down her sides and around her waist, stopping on her abdomen. His long fingers teased the button of her pants. “Disobedience like this would result in a firm, hard punishment.” He pressed his swollen cock against her ass.
“Yes, Sir.” She shifted, pushing her butt against him. She was more than ready for his firm, hard punishment.
“I’m going to give you a taste of what you’ll experience at the Club if you question me.” He unbuttoned her pants. “I need to know before we go if you can handle it.” He rolled his hips, rubbing his dick against her softness.
“Yes, Sir. I can definitely handle it.” She could more than handle it. She wanted it. Needed it. She wiggled her ass along his erection.
“You think so?” He smiled against her ear.
“I do, Sir.” She almost panted, thinking of how it was going to feel when he entered her. His cock both long and thick felt even bigger in this position.
“Kick off your shoes.” He lifted off her.
She obeyed without hesitation and in one quick yank, he pulled down her pants. She stepped out of them, pushing them to the side with her foot.
“Lovely.” His hand caressed her ass, tugging the strap of the thong. “Are these new?”
“Yes. I bought them for you, Sir.” She leaned forward, arching her back and offering him her ass. She was in heat for this man. She needed the touch of his hand and his lips on her flesh and his dick sliding inside her, thick and hard.
“Thank you.” Hot, wet kisses trailed along the top of the thong and down her butt cheek.
The sensations, both erotic and a little ticklish, made her want to press against him for more and move away. She froze as he separated her cheeks with his thumbs, before kissing along the crease.
“Terry...Sir...” She gasped as his tongue skimmed around her butthole before pushing inside. She couldn’t help it, she jerked away. She knew people did things like this, but it was new territory for her and it felt wrong.
His fingers dug into her flesh, keeping her still as he increased his sensual assault on her ass—his mouth hot and wet, his tongue pressing forward into an area where no one had ever been. It was wicked and...wonderful.
He stretched her opening, the teasing pressure ebbing and flowing as his tongue stroked in and out of her. She shouldn’t like this, but the motion, the pressure, sent sparks igniting through her core. She bit her lip to stop her whimper of pleasure but the sound slipped out, low and wanton.
“You like this. Don’t you?” His hot breath tickled her sensitive flesh.
Even after all these months of kinky sex, her upbringing poked to the surface. Good girls didn’t do things like this and they certainly didn’t like them, not if they wanted to keep their man.
“Answer me, rabbit.” His hand drifted up the inside of her thigh. “I’m going to know for certain in a moment.”
She was slick with need. There was no way he’d miss how turned on she was, and she didn’t want him too. She wasn’t a girl. She was a woman and she loved this man. Nothing they did was wrong or dirty. He may leave her one day but it wouldn’t be because she enjoyed kinky sex. “Yes, Sir. I like it a lot.”
“Excellent. You’re going to like this too.” He stood, reaching around her and tapping her lips. “Open.”
She did and he slid his finger into her mouth. His breath hissed as she sucked, wishing it was his cock. She twirled her tongue, stroking him.
“Enough.” His voice was thick with desire as he moved his hand away. His finger, now wet and slippery, slid between her butt cheeks, pressing on her opening and slipping inside.
“Ter...Sir...What...” She couldn’t finish because pleasure shot through her as he stroked in and out with the tip of his finger. Each glide seemed to pulsate inside her pussy.
His other hand slid between her thighs, his fingers slipping through her wetness. “Fuck, you really like this.”
“Yes...Sir, but I...need more.” She thrust back against his hand. She needed him harder and deeper inside her ass.
“I wish, rabbit, but you aren’t ready for my dick...not yet.”
“Oh...please...Sir. I...I need...more.” She was so close to release. If he didn’t do something she’d cry.
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“I can’t.” Terry truly wished he could fuck Maggie in the ass but right now, that’d be painful for her. He leaned over, kissing her neck. “I’m too big and you’re too tight. Soon though.” He was one lucky mother fucker. She was loving and kind, a natural Sub, with a body he drooled over, and she got off on anal play. He’d known he could make it okay for her, but only some women actually enjoyed it.
“Okay...but...more, Sir. Please. Maybe, not your...your...”
“My what, rabbit?” He watched for the flush on her cheeks.
“Not your cock but I need more, Sir.”
He grinned. She was so eager and yet still so hesitant about talking dirty, unless he made her wait for release. Then, she had the mouth of a sailor. “Oh, you’ll get more.” He slid his finger farther inside her and her gasp turned into a moan as he stroked her.
“Yes, Sir. Please.” Her hips thrust against his hand.
She was ready. A little pressure on her clit or a deeper, faster thrust and she’d come. He pulled his finger out of her ass.
“No.” Her voice was petulant as her back arched, offering her butt to him again. His little rabbit didn’t like being denied her orgasm.
“It’s time for your punishment.”
“What?” She stared at him over her shoulder. She was adorable. Her hair mussed and her eyes a mix of passion and bewilderment.
“You didn’t obey. I told you I’d give you a punishment similar to what you’ll get at the Club.”
“I thought this was it.”
“Not even close.” He grinned as he twirled his finger. “Turn back around.”
She frowned, but did as she was told.
He yanked her underwear down and her breath caught. She spread her legs wider and the tension left her body. Perfect. His little rabbit thought her punishment would be a good, hard fuck, but that’d be her reward and it’d come later. His hand landed on her butt and she jumped.
“Ouch. Terry...Sir.”
He slapped her again, the pink of her ass cheek turning a rosy red.
“That hurt.” Her hand rubbed her butt.
“Move your hand.”
“Terry...I don’t...”
He smacked her other cheek before grabbing her wrist. “Keep your hand here.” He placed it on the desk. “You need to take your punishment like a good Sub.”
“But...” Her hand hovered at her side.
“Trust me.” He kissed her palm and she put her hand back on the desk. “Where’s the box I asked you to bring?”
“In my purse.”
“Where is—”
“By the door.”
He strode across the room and retrieved the box. “How mad were you when you discovered it was locked?”
“It’s locked?” Her eyes widened with false innocence.
“Rabbit. Tell the truth.” He shook his head, trying not to laugh.
“You told me not to look inside.”
“Nice aversion attempt, using a true statement but not answering the question.” He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the box. “We lawyers use that a lot.”
“Yes, I’ve learned from the best.”
“You have.” He smiled at her as he opened the container.
“What’s in there?” She leaned up, trying to see inside.
“You’ll see.” He walked back across the room, dropping the lid on the box as he passed her.
“Jerk,” she muttered.
He laughed. “I assume you were pretty pissed off when you couldn’t open it.”
“I can’t believe you locked it.”
“I can’t believe you don’t obey me unconditionally.”
“I...I’m sorry.” Her voice lowered. “I try but—”
He put the box on the desk and wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her so her back was flush against his front. “Don’t be.” He kissed her ear. “Don’t tell anyone but I enjoy it when you disobey me.”
“You do?” She half-turned in his arms, her hazel eyes searching his face. “Really?”
His heart melted. She was still so unsure of herself and of him. Hopefully, he could change that tonight. “Yes. I enjoy everything about you.” He kissed her, his tongue darting into her mouth to comfort and tease and to show her everything he felt for her. He’d tell her with words later, but it had to be the right time for this first confession of his love.
She shifted in his arms, her soft curves cradling his hard cock, like she’d been created just for him. His hips rocked against hers, desperate for relief. He was going to fuck her right now if he didn’t slow this down. He broke the kiss and her lips followed his, luring him back to temptation. They had hours before the Club. They could fuck now and play more later. His hand drifted between her thighs and she moaned in his mouth.
“Yes, Terry...Sir. Please.”
“If we do this, you stay here with me until we leave for the Club.” His finger slipped inside her, stroking along her sensitive flesh.
“Yes...No. I can’t.” She clutched his wrist, attempting to keep his hand between her legs.
“Then, back on the desk.” He pulled his arm away, her grip no match for his strength.
She sighed as she turned and leaned over the top.
“Spread your legs.”
She did.
He picked up the box, pulling the butt plug from inside and slipping it into his mouth before spreading her cheeks. Her breathing stilled and she tensed as he slid the plug inside her.
“Te...Sir, what it that?” Her body was as stiff as his cock.
“A butt plug. It’ll stretch you. Get you ready for my dick.”
“Oh.”
“Relax.” He pushed the plug in and out, slowly. He had to get her back to the edge so he could continue her lesson.
“Oh...oh, Sir.”
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question but her answer was a bonus.
“Yes, Sir.” Her face flushed and her mouth opened as she gasped for breath.
“Good.” The palm of his hand landed on her ass and she jumped, her gasp turning into a moan. “Feel how you clasp the plug when I spank you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He smacked her again and she moaned, resting her head on the desk.
“You’ll obey won’t you?” He hit her again, turning her cheeks rosy.
“Yes. Yes, Sir.”
“If I tell you to drop on your knees and suck my dick in front of everyone, you’ll do it. Won’t you?”
She hesitated and he slapped her again. She said she trusted him, but she didn’t. He lived with her, took care of her and her kids and yet...she didn’t trust him, not completely. He smacked her again, her ass jiggling, red and hot.
His dick pressed against his zipper as his irritation rose with his desire. Soon, he’d have to stop because he never played when angry. “Maggie, why won’t you trust me?”
“I...I do. I’m trying.”
He sighed. It couldn’t be forced. He caressed her butt, rubbing away the sting. “I’ll never ask you to do anything that you won’t enjoy. If you don’t know that, perhaps we should wait.” He bent, kissing the red skin of her ass.
“No. I want to—”
“You may want to, but you’re not ready.” He straightened and took her hand. “Stand up.”
She did, her legs trembling a bit.
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly—a lover’s kiss filled with feeling. “And that’s okay. We can wait. I’m not going anywhere.”
“No.” Her mouth found his, hard and desperate before she stopped, her lips still against his. “I do trust you. I want to go to the Club.”
