The Reluctant Dom (42 page)
“Twenty, please, Master.”
His movements were a thing of beauty. Smoothly fluid, confident, sure. He worked her over, the leather bustier taking the brunt of the higher stokes, the rest landing on her ass and thighs, never landing a throw on her bare flesh.
She squirmed against the cross as he finished the set.
“How are we, love?”
“Green, Master.” From the sound of her voice I suspected she wanted at least another thirty strokes, followed by a good, hard fucking.
“Then I guess I can put this away.”
“Nooo! Please, Master! Don't stop!”
He laughed and walked up to her, caressed her cheek and whispered something to her no one else could hear. She moaned. An “I reeeeally want to get fucked hard” moan. She nodded.
He laughed and swatted her ass with his bare hand. “All right. I suppose I can give you a few more, love.” He returned to his position, checked his clearance, and threw another twenty strokes without hesitation. Every one hit what I suspected was its intended mark.
By this time a small crowd had formed, standing well enough back to avoid the whip.
It was no wonder their classes were always full.
Seth walked back to Leah and talked with her. She nodded. I watched him take a small remote out and thumb the button before returning it to his pocket.
Ah. The old butterfly.
Leah loudly moaned. Seth returned to his spot, rolled his neck and shoulders again, then cracked the whip. “Twenty more, love?”
“Oh ... yes ... please, Master!”
She moaned as he nailed her square in the ass. By the tenth stroke I suspected she was close to coming. When she cried out at fifteen, I knew he had her. He quickly finished the set and coiled the whip, used the remote to turn off the vibrator, walked over to her and freed her.
She wrapped her arms around him and he tenderly held her for a moment, standing there, a beautiful sight.
A slave and her Master.
When she caught her breath she smiled up at him. The love I saw in her eyes nearly took my breath away.
Damn, he was a lucky bastard.
I'd seen her look at Kaden like that. Now, with the worst of her grief behind her, she looked happy again, almost the way I remembered her being before Kaden's world crashed down around him.
After they finished and packed they walked over to where I stood. Seth casually draped his arm around Leah's shoulders. “Why don't you come over for dinner this weekend? Feel free to bring a friend if you want,” Seth invited.
“I'll take you up on it but I'll be coming solo.” We made arrangements and I followed them outside and chatted briefly before he kissed the top of her head.
“Let's go home, babe. Time for you to pay the piper,” he said with a sly smile.
She laughed. “We'll see you later, Tony.”
I nodded. “Drive safe.”
They donned their gear. Seth secured the duffel bag on the Harley and mounted, cranked it. Leah waited for his signal to throw her leg over the bike and smoothly slide on behind him. He backed them out as she placed her feet on the pegs and wrapped her arms around him. Then he lifted a hand to me and they pulled out of the parking lot.
Lucky bastard.
I walked back inside. After having seen them play together my heart wasn't in it anymore for the evening. Tonight there were mostly part-time players, nothing outstanding or even interesting.
How do you even try to compare that to what I just witnessed? It was like trying to choke down a crappy hamburger after getting one bite of the best filet mignon you've ever sampled in your life.
I apologized to Becca for bailing on them and bade my leave.
On the way home, I thought about my talks with Kaden over the final months of his life. I could never claim to be as close a friend as Seth had been to him. I was more a trusted confidant because of our shared lifestyle choices and common interests, but I never deluded myself that he saw me in a different light than he saw Seth.
Frankly, I was surprised and shocked when he asked if I would be his back-up in case Seth couldn't be Leah's Master. Kaden never had doubts about her loving Seth and the two of them ending up together as husband and wife. He hadn't been sure at first if Seth could give her the other things she needed.
At the time I'd been involved with someone and agreed to help if I was really needed, partially relieved when Seth stepped into the role.
And, I'll admit, a little disappointed. While I don't mind a purely business arrangement, so to speak, I didn't know if I could handle Leah's grief and the full-time love and care she would obviously need. I also realized that in her heart and mind I never would have been her first choice, only her last option, and only for a very specific reason.
Now...
Well, one day, maybe I'll find the right woman too. If I'm lucky.
* * * *
I pulled into their driveway and parked behind the Ridgeline. I suspected Seth would drive Kaden's truck for years, until the wheels fell off.
Leah greeted me at the door, barefoot and dressed in jeans and a blouse.
And her collar.
“Hey, come on in.” She took the bottle of wine I'd brought and hugged me. “Thank you, you didn't have to do that.”
“Is that Tony?” Seth called from the kitchen.
“Yes, hon.”
I followed her through the house and slid into my usual seat at the counter. She turned. “Should I put this in the fridge?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Probably wouldn't hurt.”
Seth was putting the finishing touches on the salad. “Oh, babe, I put the steaks on. Can you go grab mine before—”
“Done,” she said with a smile. She walked out the sliders onto the lanai.
I watched her, noticed Seth's sly smile. “How is she? Really?” I asked.
He shrugged. “We have mostly good days now. Both of us. The anniversary was sort of rough, but Kade even planned that too.” He wistfully smiled. “In some ways it's like he's still looking out for us.”
“Ever going to redo the vows?”
He shook his head. “No. We both decided we'd rather keep the wedding we had.” He smiled again, this time without sadness. “As whacked out and weird as it was, we don't want it any other way. He left messages for my brother and his to watch, so we didn't even have to explain anything. Anyone else, we just tell them we went and got married by a judge.”
We both laughed. I pointed at the chain around his neck. “What are those? They're new. If you don't mind me asking.”
“They were Leah's idea. She was reading this book where this woman's lover died and she put some of the ashes in something like this. She asked me if she could do that. I sort of liked the idea.”
“If it's a comfort then there's nothing wrong with it.”
His eyes dropped and he nodded. “Yeah. It's like he's always with us, you know?”
“Yeah.” We were quiet for a moment. “So how's school going?” I asked.
A genuine smile lit his face. “She's great. She's wicked smart, man. The only way I'm going to pass those classes is because she's studying with me.”
“Do the professors object to you two being in the same classes?”
“No. I doubt most of them realize we're even freaking married. Half of them are clueless.”
“Does she like school?”
“She loves it. I'm so glad Kade asked her to take classes with me. She didn't want to, at first. She wanted to stay home. I was afraid she'd start getting depressed again. I didn't want to leave her alone.”
“What happens after school?”
“Ed's working with us, teaching us the ropes.” He stopped, then laughed. “Well, you know what I mean. We should be managing the properties without him in the next year or so. We've got our eye on another one on Bahia Vista, east of US 41. We might buy if we can get the terms the way we like them. Ed told us to hold out a while longer. As bad as the market is, we can set our own price if we wait.”
“That's good. You don't regret changing from nursing?”
He shrugged. “Not that I don't want to do it but...” He paused. “Flashbacks, man,” he whispered, glancing at the door. Leah couldn't hear us through the closed sliders. “It hurts to think about those last months. I don't think I could deal with that all the time. I'd see his face every time I was working with someone. At least this way we can work together. It's fun. I get to be with her all the time.” He paused, smiled. “It's what he wanted anyway. For us to be together.”
We had a great dinner. Seth accidentally dumped wine on his shirt and went to change. To make conversation more than anything, I said to Leah, “You two looked good the other night.”
She blushed a little, but smiled. “It's been an adjustment for both of us.”
“He's really standing up to you.”
She grinned. “You noticed that, huh?”
“Well, the way you led Kaden around. He let you get away with murder. You and I both know that.”
She dropped her voice. “Seth put his foot down. He told me if I wanted to get naked in public, other than teaching classes, then I would have to wear a chastity belt for a month first.”
I laughed. “He's territorial.”
She blushed again. “It's okay though. I mean, he's so different than Kade but he's not jealous in a bad way. He's protective in a different way. I just wish the three of us had had more time together. I feel bad for him. I sort of get a second chance. He doesn't get another best friend.”
“He's got you.”
“Yeah, but I'm just his wife. I can never be for him what Kaden was. I don't think anyone can.”
Seth returned. After we finished eating, Leah cleared the table and shooed us into the living room. I noticed Seth walked by the bookcase next to the TV and reached out, gently stroked Kaden's urn before taking his seat. It looked like an automatic action, something he probably wasn't even aware he did anymore.
We shot the shit for a while, then I reached into my back pocket and handed him the envelope. I'd put off doing this for a couple of weeks, considered mailing it to them but it was as if seeing them at the club the other night was my nudge from the hereafter to make sure I kept my promise to my old friend.
He stared at it for a long moment without speaking before he finally, carefully slipped his thumb under the flap and opened it. Inside, an index card and six small, silver ID tags. Slave collar tags, I suspected.
I never asked Kaden what was in the envelope. It wasn't my business.
Seth wiped his eyes as he read the index card, then laughed and fingered the tags. Then he looked at me, shook his head, and smiled. “I wonder how many more of these he's salted all over the place.”
I shrugged. “That's the last one I had.”
He rubbed his thumb over the tags. “Kaden the control freak strikes again. How the
hell
did he know?” he mused.
“Know what?”
He handed me one of the tags. Two sets of initials, Kaden's, and ... but Seth's wasn't right. I handed it back to him. Seth smiled. “I changed my last name when Leah and I got married. I wouldn't let her change hers. I added Kade's last name to mine, hyphenated it so it wouldn't fuck up my VA benefits.” He shook his head, rubbed his thumb over the tags again.
That explained it. How
had
he known? Kaden gave me the sealed envelope months before his death.
Leah walked in, her fingers also brushing the urn before she sat across Seth's lap. “What's that?”
He handed her the card and she read it. She laid her face on his shoulder, silent tears running down her face. Then he showed her the tags and she laughed until she cried again.
“He's still looking out for us,” she softly said.
“Yeah.” He clipped one of the tags to her collar, adding it to the two already there. “I don't have the heart to take the old ones off, babe. Not yet. I'm sorry.”
“That's okay. Let's leave them on.” She flicked them with her finger and they made a cheerful tinkling noise as they brushed together. “You can always hear me coming.”
All three of us laughed.
I glanced at my watch. “Well, I need to head home. Thank you for dinner, guys. It was great. Really.”
“Thank you for all you've done for us,” Seth said.
“You both look good together. I mean that. I can't claim to understand what you've been through. I'm sure you're sick of people telling you how sorry they are. Frankly, I don't know how you made it through it. You're both stronger than I am.”
Seth patted Leah's thigh. She slung her arm around his shoulders and looked into his eyes.
Lucky bastard.
Seth smiled, never taking his gaze from Leah's face. “It just took the right woman, that's all.”
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Foreword
I found myself standing outside the adult store, remembering a completely polar opposite set of circumstances that brought me here the last time.
Nicely Naughty was actually a better class of adult establishment than you saw in many places. It fulfilled the apparently legislative requirements of being a minimum distance from churches and schools, was painted purple and pink on the outside, used lots of neon, and located slap next door to a tattoo parlor.