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  The mudroom they entered led into a nicely proportioned kitchen and living area. Granite countertops, braided rugs, broad pine board floors and a fieldstone fireplace put the house solidly into happy-guy territory. He smelled something delicious in the kitchen.

  Brenna lifted the lid on a slow cooker, releasing more of that great smell. “Ham chowder,” she said as she stirred. “I didn’t know what time we’d get here so…” Her voice trailed off meaningfully. She held up a spoonful of whatever was in the pot, blew on it then offered it to Rick.

  It tasted so good he actually groaned. “Where did you get that? Whatever it is, I’m stocking up at home.”

  Her brow arched. “I made it. Myself.”

  “You’ve been holding out on me, woman,” he said. He took the spoon from her, set it on the counter and pulled her into his arms.

  Brenna set the patio table with tossed salad and rolls to round out the meal. They ate overlooking the lake and by the time they were finished the sun was setting in shades of magenta, blue and rose. Looking out over the water, listening to crickets, robins and the occasional fish jumping, Rick leaned back and drank the last of his beer. He reached for Brenna’s hand, put his feet up on an empty chair and couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this peaceful.

  After a few more minutes of quiet zoned-out time beside her, he got up and did the polite guest thing by carrying the dishes into the house.

  With the dishwasher running and the counters wiped down, he let her take his hand and lead him upstairs.

  Brenna’s bedroom was as inviting as the rest of the house. The walls were a restful blue. The wood furniture looked antique and solid. Her bedframe intrigued him so much he ran his hands over the intricate swirls and lines of the ironwork.

  “That’s new,” she said and opened up an empty drawer and section of the closet. “The minute I saw it, I knew I had to tie you to it.”

  His cock twitched. Ignoring his unopened suitcase just inside the door, he turned to her and began unbuttoning her shirt. It didn’t take them long to get naked and when they were, Brenna pulled back the sheets instead of hauling out some rope.

  That worked fine for him. He liked the soft look in her eyes when he laid her down on the cool, sweet-smelling sheets. The feel of her lush curves and warm skin against his body when he settled over her made him grin foolishly. He kissed the corners of her mouth then nuzzled her cheek so he could breathe her in.

  The fading light only emphasized her beauty. By touch, he explored the now-familiar lines of her body. The sweep of her collarbone, the curve of her breast, the swell of her nipple demanded he linger and pay homage to her sweetness. He smoothed his mouth over her stomach, licked the firm rise of her ribs, covered her thighs with kisses. With his hands on her breasts, he made himself comfortable between her legs and drew his tongue over her damp cleft. Her taste and scent were familiar, welcoming, and as big a turn-on as ever. She gasped and squirmed when he stroked her clit. Squirmed even more when he returned to her sheath and made love to it with his mouth.

  He’d waited five whole days to taste her again. Five days of nothing but work, stressing over the buy-in and missing his woman. Breathing in deep and slow, Rick felt his lips quirk up in a smile as he swallowed the tangy richness of her cream.

  She got wet for him. The truth of that resonated in his head as he rolled his tongue around her bud. Fitting two fingers to her, he pushed in slow and easy. Brenna was always so tight and even though it thrilled the hell out of him, he always made sure he was gentle when he took her. Her buying a headboard practically tailored for rope play made his balls ache. Knowing somewhere in the basement there was a dungeon with his name on it made the sub in him ache to roll over and bare his ass.

  But just now, at this moment, he wanted to make love to his woman.

  Kissing her pussy one more time, he mouthed a path up her body and suckled her breast until her breathing faltered and she held him to her. Using his hand to guide himself, he slid his cock up and down her slit, settled against her core and bared his teeth in pleasure when her swollen folds cradled him with warmth and wetness.

  When she lifted her knees it made it easier to sink into her. He hissed as ring after ring of muscle resisted then parted for him. The feminine strength of her arms pulled his torso down to hers. She rocked against him, slid a hand down his body so she could squeeze his ass, gasped and sighed as he filled her.

  Looking at her, he fell in love with the way passion shaped her face. Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth bowed as she breathed deep and fast. Fading sunlight emphasized her cheekbones and he caressed her soft face. Against her white pillowcase, her hair looked like an endless, dark cloud and he breathed in its scent greedily.

  Being inside her, bare flesh against flesh, was more pleasure than a man deserved. She was slick and warm and gilded him with her wetness. Their test results had come back negative but he hadn’t needed to see hers to know that. Brenna had told him she was clean. He’d believed her.

  And although he’d had a fantasy or two about making babies with her, she was on the Pill.

  Leaning back, balancing his weight between knees and elbows, Rick withdrew, just a little. He loved those quiet, impatient cries coming from the back of her throat. Loved her low moan of need when he pressed deep into her. Brenna’s body was the sweetest vise and the way she squeezed down on him made him want to fill her hard and completely.

  It felt as if they’d waited a lifetime to be together again. They had time, just the two of them, and nothing between them this weekend had to be rushed.

  Gradually he increased the tempo of his loving. Her body held his so tight it felt as if she didn’t want to let go. So wet now she spilled cream between them until it smeared his balls. Her breasts were swollen and their soft weight compressed beneath his chest every time he filled her.

  That familiar tingling grew at the base of his spine. He forced his arousal back ruthlessly. No way was he going to come first. No way was he going to miss a second of Brenna’s cries and gasps as she came for him.

  She opened her mouth and he thrust into her with reckless determination. The tautness in her pussy had eased and it felt as if he was sinking into a liquid vise instead of battering his way in. When she groaned and arched her neck, he relished the sting of her nails on his back. Wet with sweat, their bodies slid against each other with a primal urgency. The sound they made together was hotter than leather on skin.

  He bared his teeth and snarled with anticipation when she inhaled sharply. Her core tightened then began to throb around him. Hard, rhythmic squeezes made it difficult to thrust but he wouldn’t be denied the feeling of his Brenna coming around him. Making incoherent sounds of pleasure, she trembled and held on while her pussy gripped him with the pulses of her release.

  When she started to relax, when he couldn’t take any more of the insane pleasure of being buried inside her, he thrust fast, deep, and held himself there as his balls drew up tight and hard. When he came, the first, powerful spasm was so good it was almost painful. Pleasure racked his body, made his hips punch forward and stay there, made him gasp and squeeze his eyes shut against the beautiful pain of ecstasy.

  When the last pulse ceded a final dollop of cum inside her, he rolled his hips gently. Their combined wetness made it so sweet and easier to move. He wallowed in the intimacy and unbelievable pleasure making love to this woman brought him.

  What finally roused him was the labored rise and fall of her rib cage beneath his. The sound of disappointment she made echoed his when he slid out of her.

  “The bathroom’s in there,” she mumbled as she laid her head on his shoulder and pointed a thumb toward an open doorway. “We should clean up.”

  “We should,” Rick agreed as he drew her leg over his and urged her closer so her breasts nuzzled the side of his body.

  “We should,” she repeated lazily, then sighed.

  He felt her lips form a smile against his chest and relished it for roughly two s
econds before falling asleep.

  * * * * *

  “So how do you keep this place looking so good when you work so many hours?” Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, Rick walked barefoot across Brenna’s lawn. The trimmed grass felt good as it brushed the beach sand off his soles.

  “There’s a local handyman who tends the grounds for me. He puts the dock in in the spring, arranges to have my septic tank pumped out when it needs it—that sort of thing. His wife comes by once a week and cleans the house. She does a terrific job.”

  Inside felt cool after the morning sunshine, especially since they’d spent the time in lounge chairs on Brenna’s little stretch of beach, reading the Saturday Star.

  Mail and the newspaper, she’d told him, were about the only things she could get delivered out here.

  “Remind me we need to put on sunblock before we go back out,” she said as she put the newspaper in her recycling bin.

  “Oh yeah. I always forget about that.”

  She gaped at him. “You’re a doctor. That should be second nature.”

  “And since when has anybody in my profession practiced everything we preach?” He snorted. “Hmmph. I love a bacon cheeseburger as much as the next guy, especially with a draft beer. Besides,” he added in that deep, sensual tone that always perked her nipples right up. He pulled her into his body until the hard tips nestled into his chest. “I’ve got you to take care of me.”

  “Flatterer,” she taunted. “Do me a favor? Bring in a cushion from one of the loungers on the deck.”

  “Sure.” Rick’s brow furrowed a little but he did as she asked.

  When he came back in, she was filling a bowl with ice and water. Setting it aside, she pulled a big piece of ginger out of a bag.

  “Are we having Chinese for dinner?” Rick asked.

  “We’re having steak. Nice, fat-marbled, cholesterol-shocking steaks on the barbeque, along with baked potatoes and corn on the cob.”

  “Damn,” he sighed. “I’ve died and gone to redneck heaven.”

  Chuckling, Brenna took the long cushion from him and laid it on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living area. She turned to face him, put her fists on her hips, lowered her head and said one word. “Strip.”

  Rick felt his jaw drop.

  “I said…” She brought out a wooden spoon and smacked it against her thigh as if it was a riding crop. “Strip.”

  Swallowing and grinning crookedly, he obeyed without further delay. His cock was already semi-hard and bobbing by the time he was naked.

  “Sit there,” she pointed to one of the stools set in front of the counter, “and watch.”

  Fascinated, Rick watched Brenna as she carefully cut the full hand of ginger in two at the base. One piece, the one with a big, single finger, she ran under the tap then slowly, methodically, she began to cut away at the brown rind. Inside the ginger was a pale yellow, almost cream colored. She didn’t say anything and as she worked his cock just kept getting harder. Rinsing then peeling off small sections at a time, eventually the ginger root was clean. Then she carefully carved out a half-inch groove around the base of the finger, between it and the big knot of a root.

  The delicate scent of ginger filled the room. She smoothed the finger and rounded off the top by whittling off tiny pieces then tested it with her thumb until it slid over the root easily.

  The clean, shaped ginger root was dropped into the ice water, the paring knife in the dishwasher, then she washed her hands thoroughly with soap and water.

  “Climb up here,” she ordered, pointing to the counter. “And lie on your back.”

  Swallowing his nerves, Rick did what she asked. His nerves turned to anticipation as he watched her fish out lengths of rope from a drawer. Controlling his breathing, he held himself in place when she lifted one of his knees high so she could lay his forearm along the inside of his calf. It felt a bit strange and took some concentration, but it was worth it when Brenna coiled loop after loop of soft rope around his forearm and leg, binding them together. She finished it off with a pretty knot and tucked the ends up out of sight.

  The other leg and forearm were easier. He simply lay on his back with his knees in the air, angled back toward his chest. When she eased his limbs farther apart he felt exposed, vulnerable—and hard as steel.

  Without prelude, she touched a wet finger to his anus and rubbed gently.

  “I know you’re sensitive here,” she murmured. “The idea of being touched here intrigues and arouses you, although you’re reticent.”

  After licking his suddenly dry lips, Rick nodded jerkily.

  “I’m hoping you’re ready to let me touch you. I’ve delayed asking because I want to be certain you’re ready.”

  “I am,” he answered quickly. Excited didn’t begin to describe how he felt. It was as if a long-held fantasy was coming true. Being turned-on and a little scared ramped up his arousal like crazy. There wasn’t another woman alive who could rivet him like Brenna.

  “Have you ever heard of figging?” she asked and there was a sultriness in her voice, in her expression, that made his breath catch.

  “Yes. Sort of.”

  She smiled and that smile made his cock twitch. “It was popular with the Victorians. Odd how a society that was so sexually repressed would embrace a technique so…fiendishly sensual.”

  Swallowing hard, Rick was enthralled by her. When she wet her finger again and gently spread the moisture around his backside, he couldn’t hold back a moan of anticipation.

  “I’m told,” she continued, “once inserted in the anus, the effect of ginger root isn’t immediate. It builds slowly. But once it does build it becomes a burning sensation that’s aphrodisiac heaven.” She lifted her gaze to his. “May I fig your ass, Rick?”

  Like there was a chance he’d say no. Not after that terrific buildup. She had to be nuts to ask. Hell, he was almost ready to come now, and she hadn’t even touched him. “Yes, Mistress. Please,” he managed to blurt out without tripping over his tongue with excitement.

  Wearing a quiet, sexy smile, Brenna positioned the bowl so he could watch her withdraw the ginger. Fully understanding what she intended to do with it, the shape took on a whole new erotic meaning. Exhaling shakily, he tried to relax then realized something.

  “Aren’t you going to use lube?” he asked.

  “No,” she said in that sultry voice that got him off every time. “Wet, the ginger is very slick, almost like it produces its own lube.” She ran her finger up and down the root, illustrating her point. “Using anything artificial would act as a sealant. And we don’t want you to miss any of the sensations this delicious little treat is going to give you, hmm?”

  “N-no, Mistress,” he stammered. He wouldn’t give in to the trepidation stealing through him. The tip of the finger felt cool but was so slick it slid inside his ass with little resistance, mostly because of his exposed and spread position. Using gentle, slow strokes, she eased it in a little deeper, paused, pulled back then pressed forward again.

  Rick breathed slowly and absorbed the slight stretching sensation. He liked ass play, and a Domme as tuned into him as Brenna let him shed his inhibitions. It was, he realized, plain stupid to be uncomfortable with something that turned him on so much. But he was who he was. Thank his lucky stars Brenna got that about him, and respected it. After several gliding pushes the root was inside him up to the broad bottom. His sphincter closed over the retention ring at the base, holding the finger firmly inside.

  He watched in disbelief as Brenna moved to the sink, again washed her hands thoroughly, then walked over to an armchair, positioned it so she’d have a clear view of him, sat down, picked up a book and started to read.

  Rick’s first inclination was to blurt out, “What the hell?” Then he remembered how much he trusted this Domme. How much he trusted Brenna. She’d said this was going to be good and he had no reason to doubt her.

  Even if it did seem to be taking a long time getting there.

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nbsp; Then, quite subtly, he felt a warmth around his anus, right where it was clenched around the ginger. Exhaling, he lay back as best he could and enjoyed the feeling. The house was so quiet he could hear his lover turn a page. Outside birds were singing, two loons called out to each other, and he could hear leaves rustling in the wind. He measured the beating of his heart against the ticking of the clock on the mantel.

  The warmth grew. In the tiniest of increments, it stepped up. It was comfortable, comforting, and he relaxed into it. Warm, then a little warmer still. Long minutes passed and the sensation grew so subtly it took him unawares when he realized the warmth was now heat. Delicious heat. It slithered into his ass, made his balls tight and his dick hard. Still good, the feeling moved from soothing to arousing.

  The heat sank into him, made his abdomen tense as he relished the feeling of being bound while his ass was being toyed with.

  Heat grew, spread, built until it slowly morphed into a burn that licked at his anus and made it clench down. When he did, the burning flared into an intense sensation that made his cock drool precum. The burn, erotic and determined, licked his balls until they ached, made his cock so hard it bent back and tried to nail his navel.

  “Brenna, please,” he gasped. He strained against the ropes holding him, felt sweat trickle down his temple.

  She stood, walked toward him slowly, nuzzled his earlobe and pinched his nipple at the same time. Crying out, Rick trembled. “It burns,” he hissed. “Please, let me come. I have to come.”

  “Soon, my love.” She stroked his clenched abdomen, pinched the head of his cock until he bellowed something incomprehensible, then stopped.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t,” he begged. Sweat was pouring off him now. Heat licked over every inch of his sex, inside and out. He’d never been this hard in his life. Half out of his mind with the need to fuck, Rick writhed and would have pitched off the counter if Brenna hadn’t steadied him.