Page 37 of My Lord
“Erm, you might meet Claire at some point,” I said, chuckling as she threw a dishcloth at me.
“How was work today?” she asked, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to sit with a coffee and tell her about my day.
“Uneventful really. We’ve moved everyone up now and Mackenzie thinks he has a deal with another company. He also seems rather taken with Veronica.”
“Really, Veronica?” Gabriella said, her brow creased with surprise. She sat with me leaving a tomato sauce bubbling away on the stove.
“Yeah, seems he’s been visiting the club quite a lot lately. She wasn’t gossiping but let it slip when I last spoke to her.”
“Alex, I'm going to ask something rather rude. I know she’s your cousin, but are they right for each other?”
“I know what you mean, and I highly doubt there will be a relationship. Von doesn’t want one, never has. She’s bi-sexual, and I don’t think she knows what she wants other than the freedom to live the life she chooses. That isn’t conducive to a relationship.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. I do hope you don’t think I was being catty?”
“You’re looking out for him, I totally understand that,” I said, smiling at her.
Veronica had never had a serious relationship but had many partners over the years. I told Gabriella about some and we ended up howling with laughter.
“So, she led him around like a dog?” she asked, wide-eyed.
“Yep. There was one time I visited her, and she answered the door dressed head to toe in black leather with the most awful metal studs all over. I was sure we’d had a coat of arms similar, anyway, in the background was a man on all fours with a saddle on his back and…get this…a butt plug that had a pony’s tail attached. He had a bit in his mouth too!”
I thought Gabriella was going to fall from her chair. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she laughed. She held her side. “Ouch, my bruises,” she said, between gasps of breath.
When she had finally calmed enough to dish up the most tender pasta and tasty sauce, we sat at the table.
“Do you find it odd that you both have, you know, those kinds of kinks?” she asked.
I frowned. “I don’t have anywhere near as manykinksas she has.”
“But you know what I mean, don’t you? You’re not the average missionary position man, are you?”
I ran my hand over my mouth and chin, thinking before I spoke. “No, I’m not, you’ve seen the kind of things I like to do. Although I also enjoy the missionary position as you call it. As for why we both enjoy that lifestyle, although in different degrees? I hadn’t really thought why.”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.”
“You can ask anything you want,” I replied with a smile.
“I’d like to go back to your club; will you take me?”
I pushed my plate of food to one side. “What interested you the most?” Already my voice had lowered.
“I liked watching the couple,” she replied. Her breath hitched a little.
“Specifically, what did you like to watch?”
Her cheeks coloured just a little. “I liked watching him.” She rose from her seat and I slid my chair slightly back away from the table. She straddled my lap and I held her hips being sure to not hold too hard.
“I liked the way his cock so easily slid in and out of her. How wet she was. I found that extremely arousing, Alex,” she said, grinding herself gently.
“And what else do you like, Gabriella?” I asked staring at her intently.
“I’d like to be restrained. I like to be spanked. I’d like to be blindfolded so I have no idea what you’re going to do next.”
Certain words were the loudest in my mind. She had said sheliked to be spanked, not that shewould like, suggesting she’d already experienced that. The one that had my cock hard was,you’re. She wanted that with me.
I ran my hands up her hips raising the shirt at the same time. She lifted her arms and I pulled it over her head. Her breasts were pert, her nipples erect, and her skin goosebumped as I ran my fingers gently over them.
