She nodded and bit her lip, his nostrils flared and his breath huffed out raggedly. “You remember your safe word?” he asked. “Red,” she whispered and he smiled his approval. “If you get scared or anything hurts, you use your safe word and everything stops. If you’re unsure, you can say yellow and we’ll discuss what’s happening. Okay?” She nodded. “I need your words, Lisa.” “Yes, Sir,” she said after a small hesitation. He nodded and his eyes praised her. “Your hands are bound together, but not to the bed. I need you to keep them above your head, can you do that for me?” She started to nod and then caught the look in his eye and spoke instead. “Yes, Sir.” He kissed her, teasing her lips, nipping and sucking and licking until her mind began to fade away. He moved so that he was suspended over her, his forearms on either side of her head supporting his body, his legs straddling her. He was still fully dressed and she was naked, bound, and vuln
As she realized how completely at his mercy she was, a strange sort of peace settled over her and she stopped struggling. She didn’t need to think, she didn’t need to tell him what she needed. He was in control and the relief of it swamped her. He shifted so that her thighs were under his biceps, leaving his hands free to explore. He stroked a finger through her wet folds and her hips tried to buck, but his weight held her down. “Look at you,” he whispered in awe. “Wet and pink and swollen for me.” He used his fingers to spread her lips and she knew she should be embarrassed that he was examining her so closely, but she couldn’t muster it. Having him holding her down and taking his pleasure was causing her body to flood with heat and her mind went blank, logic and reasoning fleeing and leaving nothing but feeling. He placed a soft kiss on her mound just above her clit and she moaned. He chuckled, his warm breath dusting over her wet curls and causing her inner musc
He loved the feel of her soft skin against his. He’d finally removed his jeans and relished the feel of her bare thighs against his. She was so soft and he needed the connection with her. He hadn’t intended to take her today, hadn’t expected it to be so overwhelming for both of them, but after the nightmare and then the panic attack he’d had when she’d nearly touched him, he’d needed her more than he was willing to admit. The way she had submitted to him had only increased the impact and now he felt shaken and unsteady. She was fucking perfect. The thought tore at him, opening old wounds, wounds he’d thought he had hidden, like the scars he hid under his tattoos. She hadn’t flinched when he’d panicked. She had waited, stood with him, gave him her support and her strength. She hadn’t peppered him with questions or demanded an explanation, she had just offered herself to him and like a selfish bastard, he’d taken. He’d taken what he needed and pushed her limits, some
Mason walked into the bar and spotted Declan already at their usual booth. He placed his order with the barman and walked over, sliding into the leather seat across from his friend. Declan looked up and grinned. “How’s it going?” he asked. “I slept with Lisa,” Mason blurted out. Declan’s eyebrows shot up and a smile hovered around his lips. Mason was closest to Declan out of all his friends. They had shared a room at uni, and Declan was the first one to experience Mason’s nightmares. He was the first one Mason had told the whole story to. He was also the only one who knew that Mason usually only slept with ‘professionals.’ “And how was it?” Mason dragged a hand through his hair and down his face, his whiskers rasping over his palm. “That bad, huh?” Mason eyed his friend who looked sympathetic. There was almost pity in his eyes and that was definitely something he didn’t want to see. Mason didn’t need anyone’s pity. “No, actually,” he said with a
Mason took a long draught of his beer and set the empty glass on the table. “That’s what scares me,” he said. “You know how possessive I get, what if I freak her out?” Declan sighed. “Look, mate, all you can do is be honest with her. Tell her the truth about Francine, tell her about your jealousy and your quirks. We all know and we’re still friends with you, and I think she will take it in her stride. She doesn’t seem to scare easily.” Mason smiled. No, his sweet little Lisa did not scare easily and she also knew a thing or two about secrets. She had shared her secret with him, her nom de plume was a closely guarded secret. He had been reading A.A. Abernathy for years and, he was ashamed to admit, he’d always thought the author was a man. There was not even a hint about the real identity of the author and yet, she’d told him. It was only fair that he share some of himself with her. He had lectured her about the importance of honesty between Dom and sub and it was his re
“We were both a little drunk,” Cassie said, her smile soft and her eyes a little glazed as she reminisced. “I was on the rebound and he was celebrating and it was so fucking hot.” A surprised laugh burst out of Lisa. This was all so new. She’d never had girlfriends to talk to about men or what they did and she had not expected there to be so many details shared. “Barry and I circled each other for quite a while before we actually did it,” Becky said affectionately, “and we had some pretty steamy no-touching-just-looking scenes that added to the anticipation.” She sighed. “I love Abby to bits, but it’s hard to have quality grown-up time together when you’re not sure if a tiny five-year-old is going to burst through the door at any moment.” “You know we’re available to babysit,” Cassie said. Becky eyed her speculatively. “I might just take you up on that offer. Since we got back from Merveille, the little munchkin has been clingy. We can’t even sleep naked anymore be
He tossed some notes on the table, a repeat of his earlier attempt to extricate himself from his friends so he could go and get Lisa, and waved as he walked away, not even bothering to say goodbye. He heard the collective laugh from his buddies and he didn’t care in the slightest that they knew where he was going and what would happen when he got her home. The drive to Barry’ house was short, the traffic scarce. He supposed not a lot of people went out midweek, although he didn’t really care. All he cared about was how it impacted him and his desire to get to Lisa and get her home and in his bed… tied to his bed. He could already imagine the scene he wanted with her; bound with leather cuffs and blindfolded. He didn’t often get to play at home, as he normally used one of Madam Charlotte’s private rooms, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted Lisa in his home, in his private sanctum. He pulled up in Barry’ driveway and bounded up the stairs, thumping on the door. Already his cock
Lisa nervously followed Mason into his apartment. He’d been upset with her when he’d come to pick her up, but now it had changed to something different, something darker. Not anger, not with Mason, but definitely more intense and it excited her. She’d never been with someone who demanded so much of her mental capacity; it was heady, like a drug, whenever she was around him. His total control over her unleashed something within her that was addictive. Even as her mind told her that being submissive was not politically correct and that the days of women bowing to men were long past, she couldn’t help the anticipation she felt at him requiring her to do just that. As soon as they were in his apartment, he had her. He pushed her up against the door, bracing her hands with his large ones, grasping her wrists, and holding them against the door. He kissed her, his mouth was hot and demanding and she felt herself melt into it. He stole her conscious thoughts as he licked into her mouth,
Six Months Later…Everyone he loved was in the room. They were celebrating. Barry and Becky had finally set a date. Lisa and Mason wouldn’t be far behind. Brian and Cassie kept sneaking glances at one another that they thought nobody else noticed. He thought he knew what was going on but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It was their news to share and he was happy to wait for them to be ready to share it. Liam and Loretta were here too. He’d been slowly getting to know them. There was a lot of hurt to work through, but they were getting there. Jonathon quite enjoyed having a younger brother even if it was only in small doses at the moment. Devi and Kirra were also there. Kirra was graduating in a couple of weeks and then she would be hopefully attending one of the universities close to home. She wouldn’t know if she got accepted until the new year, but Jonathan was quietly confident that she would get into her top pick. And then there was Emma. Every day with her was
“I know it’s too soon,” he said, cupping her cheek. “But I want you to know that I am in this for good. I want to spend my life with you Emma. I want us to be a family. You, me, Kirra, Devi, Liam, and Loretta—” “Loretta?” “My mum. I want one big, messy family with you and me at the heart of it. Tell me you want that too.” She pressed against him and brushed a kiss on his lips. “I do,” she said before putting the remaining half of the chocolate in her mouth and grinning. The wheel came to a stop and he drew Emma to her feet, moving them both over to the window. The entire city of Melbourne was spread out below them, but it dimmed in comparison to the woman in his arms. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered before kissing her while they stood on top of the world.He took her home. He couldn’t not. They had stuff to work out and a relationship to manage. He had a family to get to know and she had her mother’s illness to navigate and her sister’s final year of sch
He stepped into the pod and waited for the door to close before holding the final box out to her, his mouth dry. She reached for it but he snatched it away, lifting it beyond her reach. “Before I give this to you, I need to explain.” She looked from the box to his face and nodded. “Okay.” The wheel started to move and Jonathon moved them over to sit on a bench. He exhaled roughly. “Okay, so I don’t know how much of this you already know, but how about I just start at the beginning?” She nodded again. “My mother left when I was two. I always believed she left us for a man with money. I’ve recently found out that wasn’t true.” He took a deep breath and her hand rested gently on his chest as she moved closer to him. He took strength from her closeness. “Someone was impersonating me—” “Liam?” He nodded. “Right. Liam. It turns out Liam is my brother. He was trying to draw me out and get me to notice him. He ultimately wanted to meet his father. He didn’t
“Are you looking for this?” the security guy asked, holding out an old-fashioned paper ticket. Emma laughed as she snatched it from him, waving it over her shoulder as she jogged toward the front doors of the building. She slid into the car and Brian looked at her expectantly. “Um…” Emma looked between Brian and Cassie. “I want to say Luna Park, but I don’t think that’s right.” “Why Luna Park?” Cassie asked. Emma held up the ticket in her hand. “We went to a fête in Merveille and rode the Ferris wheel.” “The Melbourne Star,” Brian said, his voice gruff. “Of course!” Cassie cried excitedly, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss. “You’re brilliant.” Emma could barely keep still as Brian drove them across town toward the Docklands and the giant observation wheel. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to see him. She had already forgiven him for his lie and now she desperately wanted to ask his forgiveness for her stupid, fearful, erratic
She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there. “Are you Emma?” a lady asked. “Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her. “This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes. Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.The first time we made lov
Dear Emma,The first time we met I wanted to kiss you. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was stepping across a line both personally and professionally, but still, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.Our relationship has had an unconventional start, a bit of a rocky middle, and an absolutely appalling ending, but there were some real high points along the way. Let me remind you of how good it was between us and how good it could be again.Do you remember our first kiss? I don’t think I will ever forget it. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in for when I leaned down to brush my lips across yours, but I was a fool. You were so much more than I ever thought I would ever experience. You took my breath away and I lost a little bit of my heart to you at that moment.If it meant as much to you as it did to me, meet me there at the place where we first kissed.Jonathon.Emma could feel the wetness on her cheeks and she sniffed as she wiped at the tears. “Well?” Cassie asked, rocking o
It was the first Saturday morning Emma could ever remember that had the three of them sitting around the kitchen table eating pancakes and laughing. What would have been a simple, family Saturday morning ritual for some was something out of a fairy tale for Emma. She knew they were a long way from being a happy family, there was still a lot of hurt to navigate and broken trust to overcome, but it was a start and for once in her life, she was willing to just go with it. On this day, Devi was back to the woman she vaguely remembered from before Tom died and Emma wanted to soak it up and memorize it. From pancakes, they’d gone to gardening. Emma shared her plans with Devi and Kirra. She would let the lease go on her flat and move back in here permanently. It meant she would be on hand if Devi needed her and hopefully give some stability for Kirra’s final year of school. After she graduated and went off to uni, Emma could look at what would happen next. They all agreed that if they were
Emma wanted to believe her, but it was tempting to turn away and close her heart off so she couldn’t be hurt again. Except it would hurt anyway. If there was one thing she learned through this whole saga with Jonathon it was that closing your heart off to others was a mistake. You ended up hurting everyone that way, not least of all yourself. She put her arm around Devi and hugged her. “Good for you mum,” she said.Jonathon worked all night and most of the day. He tried calling Emma but when she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts after the first twenty or so, he gave up. What he had to say needed to be said in person anyway. Inspired by the woman he had fallen irrevocably in love with, he had spent the night holed up in his test kitchen creating the perfect set of truffles. Anybody could buy a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers but only he could create an entire set of truffles that spelled out just how much he loved her and how much she had impacted his life. He had words
Kirra said when Emma finally made it home. Emma had been wandering around the city trying to come to terms with what all this meant for her life going forward. She had made some hard decisions, but she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It hadn’t helped with the pain in her chest where her heart was currently crumbling away to dust, but at least she knew that she wasn’t going to end up like her mother just because she had fallen in love. Life was always going to throw her curve balls and she just learned something about herself. Despite her previous belief, she was actually strong enough to withstand them, even swing the bat at them, and make the best out of a bad situation. “Hey, yourself,” she said, sitting at the table opposite Kirra. “Where’s Zoë?” “She had to go and run some errands.” “Where’s mum?” Kirra bit her lip and her eyes teared up. “I don’t know.” “She’s not here?” Emma asked, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “When I got home, Z