Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(41)

“Spooked?”

“He admitted it to me later after he and I hooked up. When I was finally able to show him about BDSM, and convinced him being gay or bi was far from the worst thing in the world. Certainly not worse than denying your true self and staying stuck in a crappy marriage that wasn’t working, to a woman cheating on him and lying to him.”

“Is that the reason you fought so hard to stay in his life as his friend?”

“Yep. I knew if she isolated him totally, he was done. I wouldn’t let her push me away as his friend no matter how bitchy she was to me.” He grinned. “It really pissed her off when Darryl put his foot down and insisted I would be Kyle’s godfather.”

“Did she even want to have a kid?”

“Honestly? I don’t think so. She apparently forgot to take her birth control for a couple of days when they were on vacation and that’s when it happened.”

“Forgot?”

“Seriously. She was too wrapped up in the trip. She’s a f*cking airhead, if you didn’t guess. Thank god Kyle takes after Darryl in the brains and looks department or the poor kid would be totally screwed.”

“So what do you want to do tonight, Sir?” She draped her arms around his neck.

His hands slid down her back and settled on her ass. “I want to take you to bed and make sweet love to you before we collapse.” He let out a yawn. “Sorry. Long weekend and then tonight’s stress. Let’s get cracking on that lovemaking before I fall asleep on you.”

She led him into the bedroom. After undressing, he sat on the end of the bed and patted his lap. “Head to my left.”

Her heart raced, her * already getting wet as she knew what was coming. She laid facedown over his thighs, her breath catching as his left hand settled on the back of her neck, fingers hooked around her collar.

His right hand stroked her ass and thighs. “You didn’t even ask why, sweetheart. Such a good girl. You are wonderfully well-trained. I love it. And you have a gorgeous, spankable ass.” He squeezed her left ass cheek, then her right, digging his fingers in as he did.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“No, thank you.” He brought his hand down, hard, on her left ass cheek, then her right.

Her toes curled as it felt like a rollercoaster ride in her soul, the long, hard climb before dumping her deep into subspace.

She didn’t know how long he spanked her, only that she was so horny by the time he got done that she thought she might orgasm as soon as he touched her clit. When he helped her up, she was pleased to see that his cock was hard.

He noticed her looking and smiled. “I’ve never denied I was a sadist,” he said. “I warned you about that.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. “Didn’t say I was complaining, either.”

He patted the bed. “Hands and knees,” he said. “I cannot get enough of you, even though my almost-forty-year-old body wants sleep.” He smiled.

She climbed up on the bed, wiggling her hips at him.

“Oh, don’t tempt me, baby. I could spank you with my other hand. Lucky for you I forgot to sneak implements out.”

“I have some…”

He snorted. “You slaves sometimes have a bad habit of forgetting about self-preservation, you know that?” He stroked her ass. “But don’t worry. Right now, I want to feel you coming around my cock so we can go to sleep and dream happy dreams.”

He knelt behind her, swiping the head of his cock up and down between her legs before sliding home into her *.

“Oh, yeah,” he gasped. “That’s what I wanted.” He reached around her, and just as she’d suspected, it didn’t take him long to make her come with his fingers on her clit.

That’s when he started thrusting, hard and fast. “Maybe it’s a good thing I’ve got a middle-aged body,” he said. “We would have had six or eight kids…by…now.” He let out a satisfied groan as he fell still.

He rolled to his side, taking her with him, his wilting cock still buried inside her.

She snuggled tightly against him, the warmth of his body flowing through her.

It almost felt like the last two years hadn’t happened. Like she hadn’t grieved, hadn’t been alone.

Hadn’t been slowly dying inside without her body quite getting the memo that her heart and brain didn’t want to keep going, struggling every day just to find a reason to live.

She was drifting off to sleep when he spoke. “Did you ever think about kids?”

Her eyes popped open. “Why?”

“Just asking.”

She looked back at him. “Why, Sir?”

He stroked her arm. “It’s not a deal-breaker, don’t worry. If it never happens, that’s cool, too. But if you decided you wanted to have kids, it’s a conversation I wouldn’t mind having.”

“You don’t think that’s rushing things?”

“I’m not rushing you. I’m only putting it out there. I might be your Master, but I will not force you one way or the other on this topic.”

Her heart raced. “Can we table it for now, Sir?”

“For now, or forever.” He kissed her. “Just giving you something to think about, in case you wanted to.”

He fell asleep, leaving her lying there, now wide awake, mind racing.