Bondage on the 4th of July (2 page)

“So who’s this, your sister and brother?” Brad looked over his shoulder. Kenny had found another photo of himself with Millie, and her brother Tom.

“No that’s Tom, my best friend, and that’s his sister Millie, they live next door. Tom was my best friend since I was around six or seven. The two of us did everything together.”

“She’s a cutie, did you two…?”

“No, Millie was like my kid sister. She hung out with us a lot.”

“You got a twinkle in your eye man, you sure she’s not your girl friend?”

“Positive.” Brad grunted. The tone in his voice full of regret.

It was that little confrontation in the alley behind the club that night that made him enlist. It was a spur of the moment thing the day after, signing those papers. Tom had made it very clear that night six years ago. Millie was off limits, not to even think about it. It hadn’t helped going to the BDSM club. Brad had enjoyed it, too much maybe. He’d realized it was something he wanted as part of his life. A year was enough to realize he wanted the control, the dominance. It gave him a renewed confidence, a positive streak in his lack luster life. Brad had taken the first step, taking a submissive masochist on stage and flogging her before an audience. He made her give him oral. The feeling of control, the many eyes watching him, it had been the ultimate thrill; taking Tom to the club and his reaction. there was no way he’d let Brad be with his sister, not after that night. Brad saw it in Tom’s eyes. Years of friendship teetered on the edge of a fine wire. Brad had chickened out and taken the easy option.

“I wouldn’t want to put her through the worry of knowing whether I was alive or not on a daily basis.”

“Yeah, I get you. it’s not easy in our line of work.” Kenny went to the window, a couple of minutes passed by. “So what is your Mom and Dad doing at this party?”

“Oh no doubt Mom will be making the whole neighborhood follow orders. she’ll organize the whole thing. She’s a great cook though, loves baking. There’ll be no food left.”

“And your Dad?”

Brad grinned. “Dad does what Mom says, end of. He’s mom’s skivvy.”

Kenny burst out laughing. “So is that Millie in the yard next door? It looks like her. She’s prepping food on a table.”

Brad quickly moved to the window and pressed his face to the glass. Tom came into view then Millie, carrying trays of food.

“Yeah, that’s Millie and her brother.”

“Wow, she’s a little hottie man, forget best friend, she should be your fuck buddy.”

Brad reddened a little, his eyes fixed on Millie. Whatever he thought, Kenny was right, she was hot. She walked barefoot in the soft grass. her hair almost flowing in the breeze, layered down her back, soft and silky. Those blue eyes gazed back at him in a distant memory, how he longed to look into them once again. The two of them watched her. She was dressed in white shorts and a red tank top. Her sinful curves made Brad hard. He could see her breasts giggling in her bra as she moved and swayed below. God, Kenny was seeing her too.

“Imagine it, between us both, hands tied, begging us for more. Please Master, fill my tight holes.” Kenny said.

“What?”

“Do you think she’s a submissive? I bet she’d let you dominate her. Look at her, all innocent and sweet. That little girl ain’t a girl no more Brad. We should show her what a grown woman needs. We should make her our slave.”

Brad pulled back. “What the hell, Kenny, forget those stupid fucked up ideas okay. She’s off limits. Don’t even go there, don’t even look at her. You need a cold shower man. we stink of airplanes and warm dusty sand. I’m going to get a shower, you do the same.”

“Hey, I’m sorry man. Chill, okay? I didn’t mean nothing by it.” Kenny’s hands came up in a
I’m gonna back off now gesture
as Brad gave him his best stare then nodded.

An hour later and they’d both cooled off. Both grabbed a Budweiser and stood chatting with the neighbors in Tom’s front yard.

“Hey, Brad. Remember me?”

Kirsty Jackson was a pretty blonde, with sweet curves and a full blown submissive. Brad remembered her alright. He’d tied her up to a St. Andrew’s Cross, flogged her, and had sexual intercourse with her. That was on his last leave. Brad smiled.

“Hi Kirsty.” She giggled. Her body shook. Her sinful mounds threatening to pop out of the low cut T she wore. “This is Kenny, my best friend. He’s into the same things as me.”

“Oh gee, really?” He watched her eyes roll to Kenny, they looked him up and down with a sexy precision, obviously taking in every detail.

“Yeah, so you into the lifestyle, Kirsty?” Kenny asked. There was another giggle, along with more bounciness.

“I have been known to dabble. I like men to take what they want, I like to please.”

“Well, Brad’s taking me to his club. We should meet up.”

“Oh God yeah. Tell me when, I’ll tag along.”

Over the next few minutes the two of them had offers galore. Brad had to turn them down.

“Sweet Jesus Brad, I didn’t know this many babes could live in one neighborhood.”

“That makes two of us. I don’t know half of them.”

“I want to apologize for earlier bud. Last thing I wanted to do was upset you. I can see the bond you and Millie have.”

“Yes, we do. Its okay, I guess I’m just protective of her. Old habits right?”

“Yeah.”

All the time they had been in the yard, Brad had watched her. She was over by the back door, still bringing out food, talking with her mom and Brad’s, handing stuff out. Her mother whispered in her ear and he watched her disappear to the far side of the yard. Brad moved, Kenny followed as Millie sat behind a table and prepped her face painting gear, ready to entertain the many young kids.

“Truth is Kenny, I love her to bits.” Kenny looked at him. he was always a good listener. “I have always wanted to take it further but it just never happened. Plus I have a lot of respect for her and her family. Tom protects her, I protected her. We were like a little gang. We got into a few scrapes.”

“I bet you did. So you never got intimate?”

“No, the opportunity never arose. I know I felt things for her, what hot blooded male wouldn’t? You only have to look at her.” Kenny nodded. Brad watched her, sitting opposite a little girl, painting a beautiful tiger face. She was talented too. “As for her being submissive, I don’t know, she could be. She was a follower rather than an instigator. Tom and I did the decision making, where to go, and what daring things to try and do.”

“Shame though, a young pretty woman like that. Two Doms like us, we could have shared her, if you’d agreed of course. I can see you want her for yourself.”

“Oh, I’d have shared, if she was into the lifestyle.” Kenny smiled. Brad was just being nice.

Kenny mingled, making new friends. Brad just watched Millie as he moved around trying to keep her in his line of sight as much as possible. As she moved about, smiled, and bantered with the children, Brad knew that he couldn’t hold back. This time around he would have to have her.

But how?

Their relationship had always been friends and partners in crime. It had never been sexual except for that one time after football practice. He felt his cock grow under his jeans and he adjusted, not really caring who saw.

A couple of beers later he slowly approached the table. Seven face paintings later, Millie had a respite. she looked down at her phone. Her fingers flicked expertly over the glass, moving things around.

“Hi Millie, can you do me some camo flashes on my cheeks?” It was a crap line but he had made the move. “I’d like your number too, if you’d be happy with that?”

Chapter 2

The voice slid over her flesh like wet silk--cool, damp, but altogether appealing when confronted with it. Her fingers wiggled, tiny tremors took over her body and her phone slipped right from her hands into the grass. Millie hadn’t looked up yet. Her throat contracted to get rid of the abundance of saliva that filled her mouth. Her gaze shifted to see the large, callused hands that picked up her phone before disappearing from sight. Visibly shaken by his sudden appearance, she gave herself a firm mental reprimand, and allowed her gaze to travel up his body. His jeans encased firm things, a tight t-shirt covered steel like abs, and broad shoulders that could keep her safe for the rest of her life. Finally, her eyes locked with his. The devastating smile that decorated his masculine features made her want to sigh like some virgin in a Harlequin novel. He was perfect. For her, he was everything she wanted in a man, and that would never change. To be with any other man would be settling for second best. She didn’t want to settle. She wanted him, and this time around she would have him.

Get it together, Millie.

Pressing her lips together, and rising from her chair, she launched herself at Brad. He caught her easily, with a deep, rolling chuckle that made her heart beat faster, and wetness to seep between the now swelling slit between her legs. It was so much, it was overload, and she could feel her skin start to heat with a blush. His thick arms wrapped around her back and waist and she buried her face in his shoulder.

“I’m missed you, dummy.” She nearly purred against the bare flesh of his neck.

“Missed you too, kid.”

It was like ice water between her legs.

Kid.

She wanted to scream, cry, and then punch him in the face. Her nipples were like hard pebbles poking through her tank top and against his chest, and he didn’t feel that? Kid? Her inner musings were shut down as he loosed his grip and started to slide her down his body. She avoided eye contact.

“I’m glad your home. Food is over there if you want any.”

She was abrupt and wanted to get away to plan a new form of attack. Maybe she needed to change into a skirt with no panties.

God, you’re not a slut, Millie.

No, she wasn’t. But she had seen him laughing and flirting with those other girls from the neighborhood, and they were all in micro minis and tube tops. She was the cute girl next door with shorts and a tank top.

“Millie I—“

“Hey, buddy, aren’t you going to introduce me to the infamous best friend.”

Millie couldn’t stop herself from darting her gaze up to the guy that had tagged along with Brad on his trip. She had seen him show up, and he was just as handsome, if a little rougher around the edges. He had a few days old scruff, dark blonde hair, rested an inch shorter than Brad, but he was broader. Millie chanced a glance towards Brad and realized he had tensed, his mouth was set in a firm line, and he gripped his beer with iron in his fingers. She was worried it would shatter in his palm. Her little pink tongue darted out and brushed over her lips. A groan emitted from between Brad’s friends lips and he shook his head, tsking at Millie. She was taken aback. ‘Til her eyes met his. His eyes were filled with a mixture of lust and mischief.

“If you are gonna lick your lips like that, sweetheart, be prepared to follow through.”

There was a grunt and a whoosh of air as Brad elbowed him in the gut.

He laughed as he rubbed his stomach.

“Sorry, sweetheart, just letting you know what you do to a man.”

She felt heat again. It travelled the full length of her body ‘til it reached that soft slit, and moisture spilled, and she had to rub her thighs together.

“Are you both hungry? I haven’t eaten yet, and you know our mothers will tie us down and force feed us if we don’t do so before night.” She winked at Brad and the other guy and started to walk, hoping to God they would follow. She heard one of them jogging up behind her till they matched her pace.

“I’m Kenny by the way. I’m stationed with Brad overseas. I don’t have much to come home to so he dragged me along like a sick pup.” He had his hand extended and she reached out and took it.

His hand was warm, his grip firm, and all she wanted to do was feel it all over her body.

Where the hell did that come from?

She had only ever been attracted to Brad her whole life, well other men had appealed to her, she had had sex with other men. But it always felt cold, as if it wasn’t enough. But Kenny’s mischievous eyes and playful smile did something to her insides. If Brad wouldn’t bite, maybe Kenny would. He seemed to want her, or at least was playing at it.

“I’m Millie, Kenny, it’s nice to meet you. I’m glad you decided to come. Don’t worry there are enough moms here to fill any shoes that are missing in your life. They pull in people like animal shelters pull in strays from the street. Only the food is better and so are the beds.”

He gave her a hearty laugh as they came to the grill a few houses down. Brad stepped forward and grabbed a plate for himself and Millie. She looked up at him. His smile was back and he nudged her in the shoulder.

“How you been, kid?”

She grit her teeth.

“Please stop calling me that.”

He nodded and she saw something pass over his expression. Almost as if he was warring with himself. Feeling sympathy for him she grabbed hold of his bicep and squeezed.

“I missed you so much. I missed the last time you came and I don’t plan on letting this time go to waste. I hope we can sit alone together, talk. I have so much I need to tell you before you go back.”

He smirked and she almost turned to a puddle right there.

“I’d like that.”

Satisfied that she would still be able to seduce her best friend of—her whole life, she allowed Brad to get her burger and a few other things and get the three of them seated at a long bench. She was in the middle and both of them were on either side. Being here with him again made her remember the instant she had fallen in love with him. She would sit and wait for him after school, watching him as he played football. Her nose was generally buried in a book. When Brad played football though, it was the biggest distraction. He was power and grace. Millie’s gaze flicked from the pages of her book, to the arousing show in front of her. She pressed her glasses up her nose and tried her best to keep focused on The Great Gatsby. Her book infested mind always wished she was a character in her stories.