A Very Kinky Valentine's Day

Why she hadn’t thought about it this time, she didn’t know.

  “Then you need to say it, pet. Tell us what you want. Ask for it. The same rule still applies, it’s your choice to have another baby or not. But. If you do decide to, what’s our rule?”

  She had to swallow to form spit. “If I decide I want another baby after this one, I will beg Master and Sir for daily breedings, morning and night. And I won’t be allowed to come except during then. And I will have the right to change my mind.”

  “Good girl. Also, this whole next week, we’re going to practice that. Starting tomorrow morning, when we wake up, you’re going to beg us for your morning breeding.” He smiled. “I want to hear you beg for it, pet. I want—”

  Behind her, Mac thrust his hips, groaning in his unmistakable way as his orgasm hit him.

  “Dammit,” Sully muttered. He flipped on the Hitachi. “Pet, come.” He started thrusting his cock up into her as her orgasm ripped her apart at the seams. Even after Sully exploded inside her, he kept the Hitachi pressed against her clit, forcing her to come again and again as Mac grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her, immobilizing her, supporting her so she didn’t fall over.

  “Get used to it, pet,” Sully said. “You’ve got a week ahead of you of forced orgasms.” He laughed. “Then again, after this next week, you might decide you don’t want another baby after this one when you see what’s in store for you if you do.”

  He reached up with his free hand and twisted her left nipple, hard. “Every time I fucked you since we realized you were off the pill, I wanted to tie you up and do that to you. Wish I’d thought about it the first two times.”

  “I did,” Mac said as she moaned her way through yet another orgasm. “Maybe it makes me a special kind of perv, but there are a lot of times we’re together I think about it.”

  “Hmm,” Sully said. “Duly noted. I’ll make sure we incorporate that fantasy even more often for your benefit. Won’t we, pet?”

  She couldn’t answer. It was taking every ounce of spare energy she had not to scream her head off in pleasure.

  “I think that was a yes,” Sully said. “I have to admit, it is a hot fantasy. One we can safely indulge in any time we want when she’s on the pill…or now, while she’s pregnant.”

  “Until she gets to that really cranky point around the fifth or sixth month,” Mac joked.

  “Yesss,” Sully said. “We’ll have to go straight to the forced orgasms to uncranky her.” He laughed. “Then, slave, you’ll get to go back to giving me blowjobs.”

  Mac sighed. “Yes, Master. Gladly.” He nibbled on the side of Clarisse’s neck. “Love you so damn much, sweetheart. You have no idea how happy we are.”

  “Yes,” Sully agreed. “We love you, and you’ve made us the happiest guys on the planet.”

  She would have said she loved them, too, but she was too busy moaning.

  Finally, she had to beg for it. “Please…let me stop coming…Master,” she managed to gasp.

  “What was that?” Sully teased. “I couldn’t hear you.”

  “I think she asked for another hour of orgasms,” Mac joked.

  “Please…Master…let me stop.”

  She gasped for air as he pulled the vibrator away. “Just one more? Well, all right, if you insist, pet.”

  Clarisse didn’t even have time to beg some more before Sully had pressed the vibrator against her clit, sending her off to orbit again.

  Mac giggled.

  Actually fucking giggled. “I’m so damn glad my anatomy’s different,” Mac said. “I feel a little sorry for her right now.”

  “I do, too,” Sully said. “Which is why we’re almost done.”

  And that took another five minutes, before he finally shut off the vibrator and set it aside.

  Mac carefully lowered her onto Sully’s chest before pulling out and heading to the bathroom.

  As she lay there catching her breath, Sully stroked her hair as she listened to Mac cleaning up. He returned a moment later with a warm wet washcloth and a towel, cleaning her up before tossing them in the bathroom.

  Once he turned off the lights, he curled up in bed with them. Sully rolled her onto her side so Mac could spoon against her back.

  “Love you, Master. Love you, Sir,” she whispered, feeling exhaustion taking hold of her.

  Sully chuckled. “You say that now. Don’t forget, first thing in the morning, you’re going to beg us for your first breeding.”

  Behind her, Mac’s cock twitched against her ass. “Fuck,” he muttered. “That’s so goddamned hot.”

  Chapter Twelve

  It was after four in the morning when the last of John and Abbey’s guests left. Fortunately, there was very little to do in the way of cleanup, other than empty all the garbage cans and put the bags in their large curbside bin that sat in the garage.

  “Do you think everyone had fun?” Abbey asked after she returned to the kitchen. She’d checked on George one last time while verifying the lanai doors were locked. The tortoise was snug in his temperature-controlled house, dug in for the night.

  “I think so,” John said. “Sure looked like it to me. Although poor Ross. Next time we do an Iron Dom rope contest, we’ll have to make sure someone else is sending out the invite e-mails so he can compete.”

  “He would have won,” Abbey said. “But I’m glad no one in our group is prone to seizures. That was a lot of lights he rigged on Loren.”

  “How about a dip in the hot tub before bed?” he asked.

  “You did up the chlorine in it, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “That was a lot of DNA Cali and her guys were shedding in there.”

  “Well, not just them,” he said. “Tilly and her guys were getting down in there. And a few others.”

  “How about we just take a shower?”

  He chuckled. “Feeling a little squicky?”

  “I’d rather wait a day or two, and a few rounds of chlorination, before we get back in the hot tub.”

  “I’ll turn up the heat and let it run for a day,” he assured her. “It’ll be fine.”

  She hooked her thumb over her shoulder at their bedroom door. “Shower.”

  “Yes…Ma’am?”

  “Maaaybe.” She grabbed his earlobe before he could back away and started leading him toward the bedroom.

  “I think this is more than a maybe,” he said.

  In the shower, with the steamy spray beating down on them, she grabbed him by the earlobe again, pulling him in for a heated kiss. Then she pushed him down to his knees. “Someone didn’t finish going down on me earlier.”

  “I got you off.” He pushed her back against the wall, nuzzling between her thighs. If he didn’t have to have a real job and was independently wealthy, he could make this his real job.

  Easily.

  “And you can get me off again. Finish what you started.” She wound her fingers in his hair while he swiped his tongue up her clit, making her moan.

  He licked, sucked. Between his legs his cock grew hard as her fingers raked against his scalp. He didn’t know how she planned to get him off later, but one way or another, he was going to need a little relief of his own.

  * * * *

  Yes, John had gotten her off earlier…and given her a damn beautiful engagement ring, to boot.

  Still, there was something to be said about a warm, talented pair of lips and a knowing tongue attached to the head end of a hunky man who owned her heart and soul.

  To satisfy her own curiosity, one time she’d made him suck one of the strap-ons before she’d rolled a condom on it and fucked him with it. He said he wasn’t bi, and she had no desire to share him with anyone, male or female.

  But she wouldn’t deny she giggled with glee watching him trying to deep-throat the thing. She didn’t mind watching a little guy-on-guy action at their private parties. It didn’t happen enough, in her opinion.

  She kept her eyes open and watched him, the way his eyes had dropped closed, t
he eager way he worked his tongue up into her pussy before swirling it around her clit, again and again.

  He knew her so well, like they’d been together all their lives.

  They had the rest of their lives together, at least.

  Slipping two fingers inside her pussy, he started finger-fucking her while sucking and licking her. That trick was bound to drive her harder, faster toward release. He let out a low, happy growl as she dug her fingers into his scalp harder, pulling on his hair, rocking her hips in time with his motions.

  This was sooo good. He was so good, so perfect. It didn’t take long until her orgasm built until the point of no return, shattering her. She dropped her hands to his shoulders to brace herself, nails digging in and making him moan against her. That only intensified her climax until, finally, she had to push him away.

  Sliding down the wall to sit in front of him, she pulled him in for a deep kiss. “Good boy,” she hoarsely whispered, reaching between his legs and finding his stiff cock.

  With her fingers wrapped around it, she lightly tugged, urging him up to his feet. That put him at the perfect height for her to suck his cock.

  He braced one hand against the shower wall, and cupped the back of her head with the other. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned. “Dammit, you’re so good.”

  At some point, a subtle shift happened. He took over and she was no longer Ma’am sucking her boy’s cock. She was the girl, sucking her Sir’s cock, with him in control and slowly fucking her mouth.

  Tangling his fingers in her wet hair, he looked down at her. “Such a good girl, yes you are,” he whispered. “Play with my balls, baby.”

  Reaching up and cupping them, she gently rolled them against her palm, squeezing, earning her a hiss of pleasure from him. “Yeah, just like that.” His thrusts quickened, deeper, just to the point of gagging her.

  In her hand, his sac tensed, drawing up just before he emptied his load into her mouth with a satisfied moan.

  She sucked him dry, licking, reluctant to let him go when he tried to pull out. He reached down and helped her to her feet, holding her, kissing her. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?”

  She smiled, holding up her left hand to look at the ring. “I can’t believe you got me this. It’s beautiful. I love it.”

  “Why can’t you believe it?”

  “I…” She shrugged. “I mean, we kind of did things strange all the way around. I never expected a formal proposal.”

  “Well, I don’t think most people would call what we did a formal proposal.”

  Resting her head against his chest, she snickered. “Yeah, true. That was pretty indecent. Maybe not by our friends’ standards, but by polite society.”

  He turned her so she stood under the spray. “Sorry I didn’t do it sooner. I figured if you showed up around your family with an engagement ring on your finger, they would bug the crap out of you asking about it and make it even more stressful.”

  “Thank you.” He was absolutely right about that. She already dreaded the expected comments after they got married. Until now, her siblings and parents had told her she was smart not to get married.

  And here she was, about to break that track record.

  In a good way, at least.

  After their shower, they dried off and curled up in bed together.

  His voice startled her. She’d thought he’d drifted to sleep. “If you want to revisit the question about children, please do.”

  Her eyes popped opened. She sat up and stared down at him. They’d discussed kids. Neither of them had expressed any great desire for them, especially at their ages. “What?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “Are you saying you want kids now?”

  He shrugged. “I’m not saying I am, and I’m not saying I’m not.”

  “Then what the hell are you saying?”

  He sat up. “I saw the look on your face tonight. If you really want kids, I’m not going to say no to you.”

  “I don’t really want kids. Let me rephrase that. I really don’t want kids. Why? Do you?”

  He smiled. “I want you to be happy. After what I’ve been through, I honestly never really envisioned myself as a parent. But I never had you in my life, either.”

  What’d he’d been through had been horrific. An alcoholic father who’d beaten his mother, who then turned around and shot him, and herself, in front of John.

  He was only twelve.

  Since the death of John’s friend, Mick, just before they became an item, it meant Abbey was the only person who knew all of John’s dark secrets. He’d been raised by his grandparents in Sarasota, never telling anyone but his friend Mick the truth about his parents’ deaths.

  She couldn’t blame him for not wanting to be a parent after going through that ordeal.

  “I have George,” she gently said. “He’s my baby.”

  “And I love George.”

  She stared at him, making sure he wasn’t just saying what he thought she wanted to hear. “After what I’ve been through, honestly? I don’t have an overwhelming urge to be a parent. If we had an oopsie, which I doubt considering I’m forty-two, no, I wouldn’t get an abortion. We’d deal with being parents, and I’m sure I’d love our accidental bundle of joy. But I’m not seeking it out.”

  “Okay. That’s all I needed to know.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I wanted to make sure.”

  “I’m sure.”

  They settled in again. This time, she heard him fall asleep, the way the sound of his breathing changed, deepened, slowed.

  Maybe there was a time she would have wanted to be a parent. Had she met the right man earlier. Had she met John earlier and been with him.

  Not now, not really. Not after hearing John’s sad history. Not after witnessing her own family ripped apart by divorce.

  She could always adopt another tortoise and they could expand Tortoise Town.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Eight weeks later, Loren, Tilly, Leah, Cali, Laura, Essie, and Clarisse got together at a restaurant in south St. Pete for lunch on a Wednesday afternoon. Everyone else either had to work, or couldn’t make it for some reason.

  From the moment Loren spotted Clarisse outside the restaurant, she knew something was up. “Tell us,” Loren said as they joined her under the covered entrance.

  Their friend blushed. “What?”

  Tilly crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah, you look like you’ve got a confession. Spill it.” Her face softened. “Unless it’s something bad, then apologies in advance.”

  Clarisse’s face burned even brighter. “No, not bad, exactly.”

  “How exactly are we talking?” Essie asked. Her baby bump was even more pronounced now, and she’d developed a little bit of a waddle to her stride. They’d confirmed it was a boy, so far totally healthy and no complications.

  Tilly threw her hands up. “Please, just say it.”

  “Twins,” Clarisse whispered.

  Loren wasn’t sure she’d heard her clearly at first. “What?”

  Cali giggled. “Oh, boy.”

  “Twin girls. We found out this morning.” Clarisse burst into tears. “What am I going to do? Do you know how many damn boys there are out there in the world? I wanted a girl, not twins.”

  Loren couldn’t help it. She started laughing and was the first to embrace her friend. “Honey, it’s okay.”

  “I think this is the universe getting me back for not telling Sully and Mac I went off the pill,” Clarisse said. “I really do.”

  Tilly snickered. “It is kind of the ultimate ‘fuck you,’ isn’t it, when you think about it?”

  “Not helping,” Loren said.

  “Hey, no one said I couldn’t mock and help.”

  They got Clarisse settled down and made their way into the restaurant. Once they were seated at their table, Clarisse let out a sad sigh. “We might have to move,” she said. “I don’t want to, but the guys were talking about looking at houses in Tarpon.”

  ?
??Hey, you could move down to Sarasota,” Essie said. “Relocate. Be closer to us.”

  “No, Uncle Tad is up there. And we have the boat.”

  “You have a guest room, the office, and the play room. That’s three. The girls can share a room, at least for a few years. Or the boys and the girls can share rooms. Then Sully could use the playroom as his office.”

  “I tried that argument. They want something big, multi-story, on the water, if possible. I guess when they saw how much our house has appreciated in value since they bought it, they were ready to put the for sale sign out immediately. They’ve been showing me listings and trying to get me to go look at houses, but I don’t want to.”

  “Well, moving can be scary,” Loren said, “but as someone who’s done it a few times in my life, that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. This can be a new chapter for you guys.”

  “But I love this house,” Clarisse said, bursting into tears again. “Sorry,” she said as she dabbed at her eyes with a napkin. “Hormones. Hitting me really harder than with the boys.”

  “No shit,” Tilly said. “Double trouble.”

  “This was the house where we became a family,” Clarisse said. “Where they took me in…you know. Everything. Lots of memories.”

  “So you make new memories,” Tilly said. “Did you think maybe besides the practicality of the matter that perhaps Sully and Mac want to make new memories with you?”

  Clarisse didn’t look convinced. “What do you mean?”

  “That was their house when you came into their lives. Now it’s the three of you. Well, not counting rug rats. You said they’re trying to get you to look at houses with them. With them, key word there.”

  “You know,” Loren said to Tilly, “sometimes you surprise me. You can think like a girl when you try hard enough.”

  Tilly grinned, blowing her a kiss. “Love you, sis.”

  “Love you, too, sis.” They weren’t related by blood, but by choice. Loren had a front-seat view of Tilly’s transformation from who she was when Cris first came into her life, then after he left, and then when he returned with Landry. The newer Tilly was harder, more pragmatic, realistic.