Open Doors (Suncoast Society #27)(14)

Two parties like this—or larger—every month would easily pay the expenses.

Meaning they wouldn’t have to shell out much of their own money for running it.

No, he wasn’t planning on it making them rich. But that it looked like it might eventually operate in the black instead of the red was…amazing.

Ed and Hope Payne sat at one of the tables. The attorney was looking around the room, watching various scenes, probably. Derrick followed his gaze and saw two of their friends, George and Amy. George had his cock down Amy’s throat as he smacked her ass on the bench.

This was a party.

He stood. “Want me to go lock that up?” Kel had given him a key to his place for just that reason. They didn’t want to lock it in a car for fear of it getting stolen. Not that they didn’t trust their friends, but no reason to tempt fate.

Marcia handed it to him. “Sure. Don’t need it, now. Everyone’s here.”

Tony let him out the front door. He walked around the building, the music barely audible out here, between the hum of the AC units near the large roll-up doors and the sound of traffic on the nearby road.

Walking around the end of the building, he waited until safely locked in Kel’s office to unlock the box and count the till.

Over fourteen hundred dollars.

Cash.

Holy f*ck.

Yes, he was an accountant. He was used to dealing with money figures and tallies and P&L sheets and all of that.

But to see that his little brainchild had actually come to fruition, that just…

Mind…blown…

He left the box on the desk and walked back to the space. The large clay flowerpot filled with kitty litter and sitting near the front door wouldn’t do long-term as their ashtray, that much was obvious. They’d need something better than that. Already, it was nearly choked with butts.

Marcia and Leah still sat at the table. “Add a smoking receptacle to the list, please.”

“Already did,” Marcia said. “Tony told me.”

“Ah.” He stared at her for a moment before grabbing her and kissing her, hard.

She came up for air smiling. “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”

“For loving me. For being my slave and my wife, and my partner. For supporting me and my crazy ideas. And for being you.”

She gently poked him in the chest. “Well, I do love you. You’re stuck with me.”

“Good, because I think it’d kill me to lose you.”





Chapter Seven


When Marcia and Derrick finally returned home a little before five Sunday morning, Marcia felt the good kind of exhausted, but also the wide-awake kind of exhausted.

Due in part to all the coffee she’d consumed that night.

And due, in part, to the scenes and play she’d witnessed. Play she hadn’t been able to partake in because they’d been too busy supervising things.

She was lying naked in bed when Derrick emerged from the bathroom and shut the light off.

“I figured you’d be asleep already,” he said as he climbed into bed.

She snuggled tightly against him. “Nope.”

It took him a moment. “Ah.” He rolled over on top of her, finding her hands and pinning them over her head, making her clit throb.

He squeezed her hands. “Stay.”

When he released her hands and started kissing his way down her body, she whimpered but her hands stayed right there. She knew he’d take his time when he was like this.

Her breasts first, his mouth enclosing one nipple, sucking, nipping, while he kneaded her other breast with his hand. Each pull of his mouth seemed to tug right on her clit, making her * wetter by the second. He worked his way back and forth, taking his time and making no move to head south.

Then, he sat up. “Stay right there.”

She let out another whimper but didn’t move as he got out of bed. When he returned, she wasn’t sure what he had, at first.

Until he shoved her legs apart and pushed them up and back, her knees touching her chest. “Hold them for me. Open wide.”

She felt subspace settling in as she obeyed and felt him tuck a towel under her ass. Followed by the feel of his fingers, covered with lube, pressing against her ass.

Heart racing, she dug her fingers into the backs of her knees as he slowly started prepping her. Oh, he was going to make her work for it tonight, burn off the nervous sexual energy filling her.

And as he finally eased a third finger into her ass several minutes later, she let out a loud moan, unable to hold it back any longer.

“That’s right. You know what’s coming next.”

Sure enough, he removed his fingers and seconds later, the lubed and condom-clad head of the large butt plug pressed against her rim. Wider than his cock at its widest point, he always used it on her before he f*cked her ass so he knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

Once it was seated inside her, he went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and returned to kneel between her legs. “Do not come,” he ordered in his stern voice.

The voice she knew not to f*ck with. His full-on Master voice.

Then he bent between her legs and licked the full length of her *, from entrance to the top of her clit and back again, pulling another loud moan out of her. She’d involuntarily started bringing her legs together, but his hands grabbed onto the backs of her thighs, fingers digging in, and shoved them wide apart.