Lisa felt the soft material of her dress brush across her naked bottom as she walked back to the table. It was erotic as hell and she could feel the dampness between her thighs. She worried that it would drip down her legs because she had no panties to mop it up, but the heat of Mason’s eyes on her as she approached the table burned away any of her concerns. She didn’t care about the consequences, not when he looked at her like that. She slid into the booth and scooted close to him. He watched her, his eyes banked with lust and she felt a tremor of anticipation go through her. This man, God, the way he made her feel and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She reached into her purse to extract the scrap of lace that she’d been wearing and tucked it into the pocket of his suit coat, letting a little bit poke out like a kerchief. His smile turned wolfish at her brazenness and her core tightened in response. “Very good, poppet,” he growled softly as he leaned down to kiss her.
She watched as he dipped two fingers into his glass of wine. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from those two fingers as they moved, not to his mouth, but under the table. “Open your legs, poppet.” She hadn’t realized that she was squeezing her thighs together and at his command, she opened them. She held her breath, waiting for his touch and when it came, her eyes rolled back in her head. She felt the cool wine against her feverish lower lips as his fingers swirled through her folds and she couldn’t stop the soft mewl that she made. But his fingers didn’t stay there for long and her eyes snapped open and found his as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them causing a flash of heat to spike through her like lightning.Mason tasted the wine and the unique flavor of Lisa on his fingers and groaned. It was intoxicating. He wanted to crawl under the table and taste her again. No, better yet, he wanted her stretched out on his bed while he dribbled wine on her and
Something had changed. It wasn’t something bad, but Lisa could feel the atmosphere around them shift as he looked at her. They had made it home and were in his bedroom, the anticipation of what was to come making her nerves tingle. Her nipples were tight and unabashedly proclaimed their desire, the outline of them prominent through the soft fabric of her dress. She was still clothed, although she didn’t want to be, and Mason was looking at her with such dark intent that it was hard not to melt into a puddle at his feet. At long last, he reached for the tie of her dress and pulled. The knot gave way and the dress fluttered open, revealing her new bra beneath, as her panties were still tucked into his pocket. He ran a finger delicately down her body from the hollow of her throat, between her breasts, down, down until she reached her mound and then he slicked it through her wet folds and it took every ounce of her self-restraint not to move or moan or demand more. He smiled at her,
Her throat hitched on a sob. “It’s…it’s me,” she took a breath and raised her face to the ceiling trying to quell the tears that had gathered in her eyes. With a bit of temper at herself for feeling so insecure, she spat out the words. “It’s my fat, Sir.” And then she closed her eyes in mortification. Mason didn’t answer and the drawn-out silence made her fear that she had turned him off or angered him and she was too afraid to open her eyes and see disappointment in his. The first touch of her finger made her jump and he shushed her with a quiet whisper. His finger traced the pillows of her skin, dipping against the rope and then rising over the small hills. Her skin shivered in response to his touch and her breathing calmed as a peace stole over her. “Sweet Lisa,” he murmured and she opened her eyes to see him fixated on her body and the patterns the rope had made. “Can you not see how beautiful you are?” His voice was reverent and the last of her anxiety melted away.
“Mmm,” she moaned and he could see that she was completely letting go and just feeling, which made him smile. “I need your words, sweetheart.” “Green,” she whispered, her eyes blinking open slowly to reveal dark, glassy orbs, need and desire prominent in them. “Good girl,” he murmured before kissing her slowly, languidly, taking time to taste her, to savor her. He grazed her nipple and the already hard peak swelled against the pads of his fingers. He nibbled her lips and her jaw. Took time tasting her neck and sucking on the soft skin of her throat. He let himself just feel as small parts of his body came into contact with hers; his lips, his fingers, the way her nipples brushed against his naked chest. This wonderful, beautiful, amazing, incredible woman undid him in ways he hadn’t known existed before her and for probably the first time in his life, he felt safe. “Mason,” she breathed and he felt it coast over his skin like a caress. “My beautiful, sweet Lisa,” he replie
He sat back on his heels and looked down at her. She was flushed, her skin rosy and her eyes were shut tight, her breathing ragged. He moved over her, bracing himself on his arms either side of her head and he kissed her. Her soft mouth opened to him, her plush lips slid over him as his tongue tangled with hers. Her body strained towards his and he slid his cock through her folds, not entering her yet. The head bumped her clit and she moaned, the sound vibrating through him like a tuning fork. He slid through her slickness again, coating himself with her moisture, gritting his teeth at the delicious skin-on-skin contact. Unable to hold back anymore, Mason slotted his cock against her entrance and eased in through the swollen folds. Lisa mewled low in her throat and he breathed hard as he entered her inch by wonderful inch. It was their first time sans condom and he wanted to relish it, draw it out. She clamped around him like a silk glove and he fought for control as his eyes tried
She let it melt on her tongue, savoring the sweetness as her mind became more engaged. Her body still felt weak and limp, even as she came back to herself, but she didn’t panic. The safety of Mason’s arms around her kept her from freaking out even though she had never experienced anything like that before. She almost felt drugged. “What was that?” she asked, her voice soft and unsure. “That was subspace,” he replied, his voice gentle. Subspace. She’d heard about it in her explorations of BDSM but hadn’t really believed it existed. “Sip,” Mason said, holding the bottle to her lips once again. She sipped obediently and let her mind wander. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his hand caressing her, stroking her hair, soothing her, caring for her. “A little lost,” she replied honestly. There could only ever be honesty between them now after that. “That’s not unusual,” he replied, his hands constantly touching her, grounding her. “Subspace is your body’s response to an intens
Francine was at it again. She had him bailed up in the kitchen, he could feel the heat of the stove at his back and the press of the oven door handle in his spine. He knew it was his fault, he’d knocked over the glass of juice in his excitement to get to the meal. His mother didn’t cook very often and the roast beef had smelled so good his stomach had rumbled loudly. Francine had been different lately like she was actually trying to be a mother, and the instances of rages and hitting had slowed. Then he had to go and ruin it all by knocking over his glass. She’d flown into a rage, violent and hot. The plates on the table had been shoved to the floor, the roast he had been so eager to taste hit the linoleum and rolled under the table. She’d grabbed him and hauled him across the small wooden table where they ate their meals and had thrown him against the upright stove, the same one which she had him pressed up against now. “Francine.” It was his father’s voice, the voice he hadn’t h
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