Reed took us to the main house to look around before swimming. My suit was an old ratty one-piece that I’d found at a thrift store. I know that seems trashy, but when you don’t have money and the swimming suit cost two dollars, you get over the whole ick factor and wash it thoroughly before wearing. I didn’t feel comfortable wearing it in front of Reed and just stayed in my shorts, but exchanged my sweaty t-shirt for a tank. I owned exactly two bras and one was deep in the dirty clothes basket, so I had to keep my sweaty one on. We followed Reed through his house. It was huge, much bigger than I thought. There was a workout room, game room complete with pool table, and a separate theater room with the biggest television I’d ever seen. Individual plush chairs faced the TV so you could watch and enjoy in luxurious comfort. An old-fashioned pushcart popcorn machine was against the back wall. It actually worked and had small paper bags so you could fill them and eat while watching a mov

The rest of Reed’s friends showed up. Alex was single like Mick. Once Bitsy got over her fear of Mick, she was his best friend. She followed him around and played her million-question quiz.Reed had his arm around me, keeping me pulled into his side while he spoke with Alex and Sal. I tried to wiggle away, but he stopped me. “What’s up, baby?”Shit, that was his bedroom talk and he was now doing it in front of his friends. “I need to rescue Mick. Bitsy will get to the inappropriate questions next.”Reed and his friends laughed.“Mick has five sisters and if anyone can handle girls, he can. He’s having a good time chatting with her, so let him be.”Reed and his friends were evil. I’d saved Reed from Bitsy’s question-fest and the least he could do was return the favor to his friend. Chi Chi walked up before I could give Reed a small piece of my mind.“We’re going to change into our suits. You wanna come with us, Jaycee?” She stood waiting with Dustin’s wife, Clare. Dustin played center

“Move the chair over here and turn it around so the back faces me.”My kinky Reed was back in full swing. I did exactly what he said.“Straddle the chair,” he all but groaned.I had no idea how that would work sexually, but I was past caring. Reed watched for a moment before standing up and taking the scarf from the nightstand. Once he covered my eyes, I wouldn’t be able to see his incredible muscles, so I drank him in, burning each sinewy movement into my memory.“You know you can tell me to stop any time,” he whispered in my ear as he placed the scarf around my head, covering my eyes.“Yes.” My heart was ready to explode from my chest. I could feel moisture on the chair dripping from my pussy, but I wasn’t embarrassed by it; I was too damn turned on.He lifted my hands and slowly pulled them behind me while wrapping the tape around my wrists. When my arms were secure, I felt the heat of his hands against my ass.“Lift a little, baby, and slide forward.”I widened my legs, lifting my

He took me to the kitchen and pulled out our chair. Yes, I knew the chair was ours. He took the one next to it, giving me an innocent look. The man was diabolically evil.I ignored the instant zing between my thighs and got to the point. “You are not buying school clothes for Bitsy.”He barely let me finish. “Hear me out first, Jaycee.” He took my hands. “You’ve been caring for Jon and Bitsy for years now and you will continue to care for them. They start a new school tomorrow and I live in a ritzy neighborhood with upper-class schools. I know that probably pisses you off, but that’s the world we live in. They’ll have enough problems without adding clothes to the mix.”I shook off his hands and stood up, the chair sliding back six inches when I did. “And you didn’t think to mention this before we moved in? The last thing either of them need is more problems, you jerk.” I paced across the kitchen and didn’t speak again until I turned and faced him. “What you don’t understand is that th

I snuck into Reed’s house that night. There was no chair or kinky play. He had me out of my clothes and flat on my back seconds after I entered his room. He barely controlled himself while I did my best to drive him beyond crazy.After we were both exhausted, I lay in his arms, our hearts racing and breathing choppy. He talked me into letting him hire a driver until I had my license. We managed to discuss it without arguing, but really, it was me proving the point that I could be reasonable if he talked things over with me first.I prodded the next conversation. “Who handles your household bills?”“My attorney or someone in his law firm.” He twirled my hair around his fingers and rubbed strands of it under his nose every so often.His sniffing my hair made me smile, and I continued. “Do you want me taking that over or are you okay with them handling it?”“You would do it?”“You’re paying me, Reed, I’ll do what you need. I’ve readied a stack of unsigned papers for you. I can’t believe