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  “Jamie. Please.”

  “Please, what, Mrs. Caldwell? Remember, you need to be specific.”

  She lifted her eyes to him. Was that a smirk of satisfaction on his lips? He looked like a hunter who’d just captured his prey. “I want to… finish.”

  “Finish, Mrs. Caldwell?”

  “I’m glad you’re having so much fun with this,” she grumbled. “I want to come.”

  “Badly enough to beg?”

  “Yes, dammit.”

  He motioned vaguely with his hand. “Do your best.”

  Rethinking their exchange, she wasn’t certain what he meant. At this point, she didn’t much care if he wanted her to come or not. She was so close. A few Kegel exercises might just do the trick. On the other hand, she didn’t want to ruin the moment. She was starting to see the real Jamie, and the last thing she wanted was to disappoint him. “Do my best to come?”

  “No. To beg.”

  She’d never been good at begging, and now on the verge of climax, her mind careened into a void. What did he want her to say? Her vocabulary seemed to have vacated her mind. “Please, Jamie. I want to come.” There, that was good. Sounded submissive, didn’t it?

  “Sir.”

  “What?” If Jamie changed the rules on her, she’d turn to ashes. The burning in her belly intensified and she moaned.

  “Please, Sir,” he said.

  Erica wet her lips and reminded herself this was a game. Pulling on the submissive mantle, she lowered her voice and her eyes. “Please, Sir, allow me to come.”

  In a flash, he pressed his hand against the beads between her legs. “Again,” he said, his voice husky and far from unaffected.

  Her submissive mantle had worked. And his hand between her legs was working as well. “Please. Oh God. Sir, please. Let me come.” Her hips pistoned against his hand. Her fingers pinched and tugged on her nipples. Her actions were almost violent, like a sex-deprived woman. Or was that like a depraved woman? How could she be so desperate for satisfaction when she’d achieved it twice in the last half hour?

  He pressed harder with his palm and pushed a finger into her, stroking the bundle of nerves far inside her. She ground against his hand, swiveling her hips until the beads bit into her flesh. Pleasure spiraled and bright colors flashed on the perimeter of her vision. Death would ensue if he tried to stop her now. “Sir, Jamie. Please. Oh! Please, tell me to come. I beg you.”

  “Well done, Mrs. Caldwell.” He flattened his thumb against her clitoris. “Come. Now.”

  Without even a conscious thought on her part, sensation exploded low in her belly. Her eyes closed as her body convulsed, tightening around Jamie’s finger. She clamped her legs shut, trapping his hand, willing the waves of ecstasy to go on forever.

  Awareness filtered slowly back. She released her aching breasts and parting her knees, slouched against the seat. Sated.

  Jamie slid his finger out and she felt empty again. Like she’d felt for the past year. Melancholy replaced the satisfaction. As though sensing her change in mood, he patted her leg. “Hey, this is just the beginning.”

  She really hoped so. Jamie and Chloe were her world, her reason to live. Without her family, nothing meant anything. She understood that now.

  “Fix your dress. We’re almost there.”

  Almost there? Just ahead was a small town. With people! Fumbling with the straps, she pulled up the bodice and covered her breasts, then she pushed the skirt down. When they arrived at a quaint main street with shops lining either side of the road, she was fully covered. Thank goodness.

  Jamie turned into a narrow alley that led to a private parking lot. Checking her watch, she realized how much time had passed. It was already two o’clock, which explained why there were only a few cars in the lot.

  “Hope you’re ready to eat,” Jamie said, his tone lighter and happier than she’d ever heard it.

  Her stomach growled at the scent of cooking in the air. Coming three times in thirty minutes, had given her quite an appetite. “Famished.” She ran her tongue over her lips, letting him know she was hungry for much more than food.

  Jamie shifted in his seat and surreptitiously adjusted his pants in an attempt to stave off imminent castration.

  Rickie moaned as her lips closed around another forkful of butter mochi. He gritted his teeth to hold back a groan as his cock hammered against his zipper. Seeing the tines of the fork disappear between her lips was killing him. Maybe it was the fact he hadn’t had a blowjob in over a year. He couldn’t help remembering how it had looked, how it had felt to have her swallow him like that.

  Christ. Sweat broke out on his forehead.

  One sheep. Two sheep. Jump, fucker! Three sheep.

  Her low laugh reached him through the haze of lust. His eyes lasered in on her face. “What’s so funny?” he snapped.

  “You. You look like you’re going to blow an artery.”

  Something was going to blow all right. Or rather someone. “Are you done?”

  Setting her fork down neatly across her plate, she took a last sip of her tea and nodded. “Whenever you are.”

  His heart crashing against his ribs, he stood in a rush, barely catching his chair when it almost toppled over. After tossing enough cash onto the table to cover the bill and tip, he stepped around to help Rickie out of her seat. Get a grip, Caldwell. He was acting like a fucking moron.

  Rickie’s lips quivered as she got to her feet, smoothing down her dress. When her hands brushed her ass, desire shot through him—from his head to his other head. Clasping her wrist, he dragged her out of the restaurant, through the parking lot straight to their car. But instead of opening the passenger door, he backed her against it, caging her between the car and his body. Something flickered in her eyes. Fear? His pulse skyrocketed. “Had fun?” he asked, keeping his voice low and even.

  “Yes. The food was great.”

  “Did you enjoy teasing me?” he ground out. He watched her throat work as she swallowed. His body swayed toward her, and his mouth opened. He caught himself a moment before his lips met her creamy skin. He was dying to scrape his teeth along the sensitive tendons of her neck. The move had always driven her to her knees. The image of her red lips closing around his throbbing cock flashed in his mind again. Christ Almighty. “Answer the question, Mrs. Caldwell.”

  Staring at his shoulder, she whispered, “Yes.”

  He shifted and brought his face to the other side of her neck, inhaling deeply, the scent of her perfume making his eyes roll back in his head. He took her hand and brought it to his groin. “Did you enjoy doing this to me?”

  She angled her head, giving him full access to the tender flesh at her throat. “Yes.”

  The word vibrated against his lips and straight to his cock. Fuck. He was the Dom. She would not win. She would not control him. He lifted his head away from her to study her expression. “You’ve been a naughty girl. Do you know what happens to naughty girls, Mrs. Caldwell?”

  She met his gaze. Interest gleamed in her eyes. “They’re punished?”

  “Playing with fire might get you burned.”

  Her hand tightened on his cock. “I’m counting on it,” she said, desire making her voice hoarse.

  He didn’t want to, but his body leaned into her touch. Glancing around the parking lot, he made sure they were alone and unseen. Witnesses would ruin the mood, at least for him. He’d never asked Rickie about her preferences when it came to exhibitionism, and he never would. She was his and his alone.

  With his hands on her hips, he spun her around and pressed her up against the car. Before she could utter more than a shocked “Oh!” he pulled up the hem of her dress and bared one creamy cheek.

  She struggled against him, tried to turn around. “Stop,” he said, his voice sharp. When she froze, he knew he had her. “That’s better.”

  Now that she was still, he could admire the sweet curve of her ass, the color of her skin. He itched to have it under his hand. Reining himself in, he
caressed her hip and ran his fingers along the beads bisecting her butt. “How do these feel here?”

  “Different.” She sounded breathless. Sexy as hell.

  He tugged on the string. “Good different or bad different?”

  “Good.”

  “I’m going to have this lovely ass soon.” Tracing the puckered skin, he added, “I’m going to sink my cock in this tight little hole. And you’re going to love it.”

  “I wouldn’t count on that,” she smirked.

  His stomach dropped, collapsing like a ceiling cave-in. “Is that a hard limit?”

  “What if it is?”

  “Then we have a problem.”

  Her forehead wrinkled as she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Why?”

  “Because your ass is one of my must-haves.”

  “Oh.”

  “So, is it? A hard limit?” Before he got any more caught up in his dream of the perfect relationship with Rickie, he had to know. If it was a hard limit, he’d have some thinking to do.

  Turning away from him, she leaned her forehead on her forearms against the car. “Why is it suddenly so important to you? You’ve never brought this up before.”

  He trailed his fingers along the pale curve, enjoying the sight of his tanned hand against her white skin. “I never thought you’d accept it before.” He laughed, the sound like gravel against his throat. “I was on such thin ice with you. The last thing you needed was proof that I was a perv. I couldn’t risk it.”

  She raised her head. “Because you thought I’d use it against you. To keep you away from Chloe.”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, Jamie. It’s not a hard limit. I’m not sure I’ll like it, but I’m willing to try.”

  “Fair enough.” Relief and pride poured through him.

  Meeting his gaze, she smiled. “What now?”

  “Now it’s time for your punishment.” Rickie’s eyes widened. He tried to hide his grin, but he wasn’t sure he was all that successful.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked. Her breath came in small pants that betrayed her excitement.

  “Remember the safeword. Use it if necessary.” He palmed one of her breasts through the thin material of her dress, capturing the nipple between his fingers. With his other hand, he stroked her exposed ass. Her moan as she pressed into his hand sent a thrill humming through his body. He lifted his itchy palm and brought it back down in a quick hard smack. The satisfying sound of flesh against flesh and her small yelp almost drove him to his knees. He’d waited so fucking long for this.

  He caressed the mark on her ass cheek, easing the sting. Her cry had held more pleasure than pain. Still, he had to make sure she was really onboard. “Do you have something to say to me?”

  “Thank you?” she said, licking her lips.

  Her answer surprised a chuckle from him. “No.” He brought his hand down again, enjoying the sound of her breath catching and the moan that escaped her plump lips as he rubbed the now rosy skin. “Try again,” he ordered.

  “Mmm… I’m sorry?”

  “When a sub speaks to her Dom, she needs to show appropriate respect.”

  “So I should call you Mr. Caldwell now?”

  “Or Sir.”

  “Is that what your subs called you?”

  “No.”

  “Tell me. I want to know.”

  “They called me Master.”

  “Oh.” She swallowed and he waited, knowing she had more to say. “But you don’t want me to call you that?”

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  He turned her around so they were face to face, so she was clear about what he was going to say. “Because I love you. Because we’re equals. Because you’re my wife, Rickie, not my slave or servant.”

  A blush colored her cheeks as a smile played at the corner of her lips. “You know, I’m starting to believe that.”

  Hauling her against his chest, he crushed his mouth over hers, drinking in her gasp as she melted into him. When her lips parted, he plunged his tongue inside, relishing her heat, the taste of the mochi she’d had for dessert. Desire swept through him like an electric river in his veins, sparking every nerve ending in its way. His chest pumping like a bellows, he spun her around, flattening her against the convertible. “Let’s start that again. Do you have something to say to me, Mrs. Caldwell?”

  One hand closed on her nipple, the other found its way to her ass. She pressed herself against him and arched her back. “I… I’m sorry, Sir.”

  His stomach clenched and everything south of his waist turned to rebar. “That’s much better.” As light as he could, he brushed his hand over her reddened skin. She rolled her hips. “Is there something you want?”

  “Please do it again, Sir.”

  “You really must be more specific, Mrs. Caldwell.”

  She sucked on her lower lip for a moment. Had he pushed her too far? He watched nearly paralyzed as she inhaled deeply. Then her lips opened. “Spank me, Mr. Caldwell. Please, spank me again.”

  Tingles raced up his spine. Had he died and gone to heaven? Surely Rickie was an angel, a gift from God. With his hand on her breast, he pulled her tight against his chest, careful to leave her bare cheek unhindered. Bringing his hand back, he sent it forward and raked his teeth along the fragile bones of her neck. His hand hit her bottom, his fingers splayed so the tip of his middle finger brushed her pussy. Her groan, low and carnal, arrowed through him like lightening. He spanked her again and twice more.

  She turned her face to him. “Oh, I’m c—” He covered her mouth with his own, sealing in her cries as her body convulsed with the power of her orgasm. She was so goddamned beautiful.

  Letting go of her breast, he slid his hand between her face and the car. She leaned into his palm and pressed her lips to it in a gentle kiss. “Thank you, Mr. Caldwell,” she murmured, a sexy smile curving her mouth.

  Still shaking with the struggle to fight off his own orgasm, he gave her bottom one last lingering stroke before tugging her dress back in place. He kissed her nose, then opened the car door and stepped aside. “The pleasure was all mine, Mrs. Caldwell.”

  As she leaned down to get into the low-slung vehicle, her ass nudged the tent in his pants. “Didn’t know you enjoyed having blue balls, Mr. Caldwell,” she said, her voice a sassy lilt.

  Something told him Rickie would do her best to earn herself more punishments. A smile cracked his face. His prim and proper wife was turning out to be quite the wildcat.

  Rickie’s silence as he drove unnerved Jamie. Was she having regrets? Second thoughts? He’d seen it happen before. Had it happen to him before. He remembered one sub who’d kept pushing him to go further, harder. She’d screamed as she’d come. Five minutes later, she was puking in the toilet, ashamed by what they’d done, by the pleasure it had given her. What would he do if Rickie reacted the same way?

  Resigned, he took the turnoff to go back to the resort instead of continuing on to Laniakea Beach to see the turtles as he’d originally planned. She continued to stare out the window. When he stopped the Mustang in the parking lot near their cottage, she jerked her head toward him, blinking as though waking up from a nap. “Why are we here? I thought we were going to discuss terms.”

  “You’ve had enough for one day.”

  She smiled and held her hand out to him. “Well, maybe. But I’m not too tired to talk.”

  Clasping her fingers in his, he kissed her wrist, making her giggle. The joyous tinkle washed away some of his dread. She was just tired, not turned off. “Walk with me on the beach?”

  “Of course.”

  Jamie hopped out of the car and around to her side. He opened the door and helped her out. She patted his chest and kissed his lips lightly. “Such a gentleman.”

  He crooked his arm. “Always.”

  Bursting into laughter, she hooked her arm around his. “That was no gentleman who spanked my bottom at the restaurant.”

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bsp; “Are you sorry you let me do that?” he asked, his stomach cramping. Like the burned-out husk of a building, his life would be destroyed if she said yes.

  She stopped walking and cupped his jaw in her palm. “No. Not at all. Why would you think that?”

  “You were so quiet in the car.”

  “It’s just a lot to take in,” she said, her voice low, confidential. “I’ve never been one to act lightly, Jamie. I’m trying to understand why I liked it.”

  “And what else you might enjoy.”

  Her gaze softened. “Exactly.”

  Before stepping onto the sand, they removed their shoes. She stuck hers in her purse and raced to the water’s edge while he tied his together and slung them over his shoulder. He joined her, savoring her carefree laughter and the glee lighting her eyes as she splashed around in the waves. Had he ever seen her looking so vibrant, so alive? He shook his head in silent denial. They’d really done a number on each other these past five years.

  She bent down and fished around in the wet sand. When she stood, she waved a shell in her hand, a proud grin on her face. “Chloe will love this.”

  “We could have it made into a necklace for her,” he suggested. She gaped at him. He frowned. “What?”

  “That’s just so… sweet.”

  His frown deepened. “I can be sweet.”

  Toying with the strap of her purse, she began to stroll along the water. He caught up to her and threw her a questioning look. She shrugged. “I just don’t know what to expect from you now.”

  Ah, so that’s what had been bugging her. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his side as they walked. “Was I too rough?” He held his breath as he waited for her response.

  She rolled her eyes. “You know you weren’t. But I don’t think I could live with your Dom side all the time. He’s a little… intense.”

  Relaxing, he smiled down at her. “We’ll only bring him out on special occasions. Okay?”

  “Will I see him again on this trip?”

  “Do you want to?”

  Humor lit her eyes. “Please.”

  “Let’s get the rest of the discussion out of the way first,” he said, kissing the top of her head. The breeze from the ocean blew a few silky strands of her hair across his cheek, soft as a flogger. The thought made his cock stand up and cheer. Good thing he’d thought to buy one on his shopping spree that morning.