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She knew he meant it by the look in his eyes. He loved her and wouldn’t let anything stand in the way of them being together. Not even something he’d enjoyed for years without her. “No, I don’t want to leave yet. I don’t know if I can do this, but we won’t know until I try, right? Can we just take it slow?”
With a tender touch that melted her heart, Benny cupped her cheek. “Absolutely. I’ll tell you what—we’ll walk around for a bit and observe a few relatively tame scenes. Then we’ll go back to our room and discuss what you liked and didn’t like, okay? We can’t play here tonight anyway. If something bothers you, let me know, and we’ll move on. You mean more to me than the lifestyle, Kitten, and every good relationship has a compromise between both parties. We just have to find ours.”
* * *
Taking the lead and her hand again, Boomer weaved his way through the crowd. He bypassed Mistress China whipping a male submissive, a wax-play scene, and another where the female sub’s nipples and clit were in clamps. They came upon a spanking bench where a submissive named Shelby was strapped down and getting her ass reddened by Carter. The real-life blonde was known for wearing different colored wigs to match her skimpy outfits, and tonight was no exception. Her straight purple hair complemented her polka-dotted bra and the mini-skirt currently pulled up around her waist.
Boomer glanced at Kat and smiled at her shocked yet interested expression. She wasn’t looking away, and he took it as a good sign. Stepping behind her, he grabbed her hips and let her feel his erection against her ass. He was pleased when she gave him a little wiggle in acknowledgment.
Shelby’s position let everyone see her bare ass and shaved sex. Her cheeks were red with Carter’s handprints, and her pussy wept. The Dom stood beside the bench and leaned down to say something to the sub while his hand squeezed her tender flesh. Whatever was said had her nodding. Grinning, he took two steps toward a black duffel bag sitting on a side table and rummaged through it.
Boomer felt Kat hold her breath while waiting to see what Carter would pull from his toy bag. The Dom selected a small, new package and broke the seal. A black item fell into his hand, and before returning to his sub, he also retrieved a lubricant tube.
Boomer moved Kat’s hair off her shoulder to whisper in her ear. “This is what I want to do to you someday soon. He’s going to plug Shelby’s ass, and it’ll stimulate all the nerves until she begs him to let her come.”
Kat couldn’t take her eyes off the scene in front of her. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life, and even though a part of her was embarrassed for watching, she found it arousing and couldn’t shy away. While Benny’s words tickled her ear, Kat eyed the handsome Dom, who was definitely enjoying himself. His cock was bulging behind the zipper of his brown leather pants, and she couldn’t help but think, good Lord, he was huge. A snug, short-sleeved Henley showed off his sculpted torso, and she would have to be dead not to appreciate his physique. At the V-neck, she could see a hint of his bare chest, and his chin had a dusting of evening stubble. As her eyes traveled further upward, she realized he’d caught her staring at him. Kat blushed when he gave her a playful wink before returning his attention to his restrained submissive.
She couldn’t take her eyes off Carter’s hands as he prepped the anal plug and then used his lubed fingers to prepare Shelby to take it. Music filled the air, and, to the beat, he pumped one, then two fingers in and out of her back hole.
The submissive obviously loved it because she was begging for more. “Faster. Harder. Please, Sir.” But the Dom just chuckled and took his time stretching her, getting her ready to take the large plug.
Kat was shocked to realize her pussy was clenching to the beat as well. Benny rubbed his erection between her ass cheeks, and she moaned and tilted her hips, wanting him to do it again. And he didn’t disappoint her. From behind, he reached between her legs, and she gasped when he plunged a finger into her own dripping pussy. She clenched her legs together. Glancing down and then around, she made sure her skirt still covered her in the front and checked if anyone was paying attention to them. No one was, and Benny stroked her sensually, following Carter’s tempo.
His sultry voice whispered in her ear. “My Kitten is nice and wet. I hope Carter makes this scene quick. Otherwise, I’m going to say to hell with the rules. I’ll bend you over the back of a couch and fuck you right here in front of everyone.”
One of his other fingers brushed across her clit, and Kat’s legs started to shake as more moisture flowed from her pussy. The desire running through her body had her embarrassment quickly taking a back seat to her need for more pleasure. “I-I thought we could . . . couldn’t play.”
She almost cried in disappointment when his fingers retreated, and he lowered the back of her skirt again. Turning her head toward him, she watched in awe as he licked her juices from his finger.
“You’re right. But I couldn’t help myself. I’ll be good, I promise. Very, very good.”
The wicked amusement in his voice told her he was speaking innuendos, and she wished they were allowed to play. She wanted nothing more than to bend over and feel him deep inside her, pounding into her from behind. Raw need flooded her. She licked her lips as she stared at his. “Would you be disappointed if I said I wanted to go back to our room right now and play?”
A satisfied smirk crossed his face, and Kat knew the one thing he didn’t feel was disappointment.
Chapter Nineteen
Eileen Michaelson rolled over and studied her fifty-eight-year-old but still handsome husband. It was two-thirty in the morning, and she couldn’t sleep while Rick snored off the remaining effects of the Benadryl. Thank God he hadn’t needed the Epi-pen, but he’d dozed the entire ride home, then barely made it through the evening news before climbing into bed. An over-the-counter medication did what many terrorists and bad guys had tried but failed to do over the years—knock her big, bad Navy SEAL on his cute ass.
At times, she couldn’t believe they’d been married for almost thirty-five years. Their anniversary was six months away, and she loved Rick more than ever. They had a rough first few years with him being out of the country for weeks or months at a time, and phone calls had been sporadic depending on the team’s mission. But it was moments like this when she was grateful she’d weathered the storms and stuck by him.
After they’d been married five years and suffered two miscarriages, she had been losing hope of giving Rick the child she knew they both wanted so desperately. Then, one day, while he was deployed God knew where on the other side of the world, she brought home a pregnancy test after missing her period for the second time in as many months. She’d been terrified to hope it was positive and that she could carry the baby to term if she was.
It had been another three weeks before she could tell Rick he would be a father. She had just passed into her second trimester, and the only two people who knew were her mother and his. The two grandmothers-in-waiting had noticed the subtle changes in Eileen’s body and had been sworn to secrecy until Rick could be told. He’d been on cloud nine after she’d given him the news over the phone, but five more weeks passed before they were again in each other’s arms. And, somehow, he’d been stateside several months later when she’d given birth to their son.
Over the years, they’d had their ups and downs but managed to keep their marriage afloat despite Rick’s long absences for missions he couldn’t tell her about. Now, they were enjoying their semi-retirements in Florida. She worked as a part-time tutor for children with learning disabilities and volunteered at a local animal shelter.
Rick picked up an occasional assignment for Trident or filled in when a fishing buddy needed an extra mate for his charter business. But despite their happiness, something was missing. Eileen hoped Katerina’s return meant their son would settle down and give them the grandchildren they looked forward to spoiling. If any two people deserved a happily-ever-after, it was Kat and Ben.
Lightening flashed outside their bedroom window, and a crack of thunder followed. Fast storms were typical in Florida, and it would probably clear within thirty minutes or so. Unable to go back to sleep, Eileen decided to make herself a little tea and maybe read for a while.
Using a hint of the light coming through the blinds from the street lamp out front, she grabbed her lightweight bathrobe and crept out into the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind her. She flipped the light switch, but nothing happened. Trying again, she assumed the storm had knocked out the power and used her hands along the wall as a guide. It wasn’t until she stepped into the kitchen that a thought occurred to her. The street lamp wouldn’t have been lit if the neighborhood had lost power. She realized she wasn’t alone a second before a strong hand covered her mouth, blocking her scream.
“Be quiet or I vill cut throat.”
*****
Boomer’s arm was around Kat’s naked waist, and his hand found her breast. He knew he should let her sleep after the sexual gymnastics they’d performed earlier, but his cock was hard, and he wanted her again. He’d seen the exchange between Kat and Carter earlier, and while a part of him was jealous, another wondered if she would be interested in letting the other Dom join them someday. It was all about pleasing her in every way possible. He’d taken part in several ménages over the years, including a few with the black-ops agent. Carter would never poach another man’s woman, but the guy loved the female population, and any way he could please them sexually was fine with him.
