Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(20)

She’d had rules with John.

And punishments.

One time early in their relationship, she’d forgotten to turn her phone back on after a doctor’s appointment. She’d come home after shopping for hours to find him waiting for her with a worried look on his face that had flashed over to stern disappointment once he realized she was okay.

He hadn’t said anything, just held up his cell phone before he pointed at the bedroom. She’d immediately realized what she’d done and rushed in there, getting naked and lying over the end of the bed without even asking why.

Twenty strokes, hard ones, with a paddle. Sitting down the next day had been uncomfortable, to say the least, but she’d never forgotten to turn her cell phone on again. And after the punishment, he’d held her while she’d cried, then made love to her. While the sting from the paddle had quickly faded, what had taken longer for her to get over was the look of relief on his face when she’d walked through the door, and then hearing him admit how scared he was that something might have happened to her.

She’d hated putting him through that.

“Yes, Sir,” she said. “I’ll accept your rules and punishments.”

He gently tipped her chin, staring into her eyes. “You just went somewhere in your head,” he said. “Where did you go? What were you thinking about?”

Gooseflesh rippled across her skin. It was something John had said to her before in the past, eerily tuned in to her moods.

She told him.

Grant pulled her close again, pressing his lips against the top of her head for a long, tender moment. “Normally,” he finally said, “I’d be trying to put the brakes on and say time out, wait a minute, we need to slow down.” He looked into her eyes again. “It’s been a lot of years since we’ve been together, but somehow, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, is it?”

“No, Sir,” she said. “I don’t think so, either.”

He rolled over on top of her and she felt her body responding. He took her hands and pinned them over her head, sending her on a dizzying spin over the edge into subspace.

Yeesss…

She had to remember to breathe, because all she wanted to do was stare up into his eyes, memorize every line on his handsome face. He’d gotten even better looking since high school. They both had.

“You haven’t slept with anyone since your husband?”

“No. Just a couple of guys before him, in college, but we were married sixteen years. And we were monogamous.”

“Are you on birth control?”

She nodded. “I forgot to get my prescription refilled…after. But I started getting migraines again every month and got back on it.”

He smirked. “So that’s a yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he whispered. He shifted position slightly, and she felt his cock pressing against her, the thin material of his swim trunks and her sarong and bathing suit not much of a barrier. “We’re clean, it’s been over six months since we were with anyone else, and we always used condoms. We just got new tests last month at our checkups. But if you want us to use condoms until we all get new tests, we will.”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

His smile widened. “Well, we’ll be using them for anal,” he said, watching her. Gauging her reaction, she’d guess.

She felt her breath catch. “Yes, Sir. John used to, too.”

Her pulse raced as he positively beamed. “Oh, sweetheart. We are going to make you such a happy girl.”

“I have one request.”

“Yes?”

“Well, two. No marks that I have to explain where I can’t hide them.”

“That’s a given.”

“And no…ass to mouth. Or…stuff like that.”

He laughed. “No worries. That’s a hard limit for us, too.”

“Can I ask something else?”

“You can always ask anything, sweetheart.”

“I know I can’t spend every night with you guys, but can we spend a lot of nights together?”

His expression softened. He leaned in, brushing a soft, sweet kiss across her lips. “As many nights as you want. Maybe on nights when Kyle’s over at our house, I can come sleep over at yours. We’ll figure it out.”

She didn’t want to start crying again, but she’d been lonely. So damn lonely. “Thank you.”

“I’ll need to get you a collar and cuffs.”

“I have some,” she softly said.

He studied her for a moment. “With you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He sat up, swinging off her. “Go blow your nose, wash your face, and use the bathroom. Then get your cuffs and collar and bring them to me.”

Heart racing, she got up to follow his orders.





While she was doing that, Darryl returned with their stuff. “Just bring everything in here,” Grant told him.

He did, stowing their things at the edge of the room, out of the way but still easily accessible.

Grant sat on the edge of the bed, crooked a finger at him, then pointed at the floor in front of him.

Without hesitation, Darryl dropped to his knees, his forehead resting in Grant’s lap.