“I want you to see what I see,” he said huskily. “What I love doing to you. Together, we’re both going to watch, as I make you come.”
Shivers of sensation moved through her as she gazed into the mirror. Paul’s eyes were wide and excited, and although he was grinning, Emily knew exactly how aroused he was. The solid length of his erection pressed hard against her.
Emily brows furrowed as her mind stumbled with a memory. “What happened to, ‘Tonight, I’m going to make love to you’ and, ‘I’m going to ease you into the lifestyle,’ concept.”
Paul appeared to be genuinely surprised by her question. “We made love, and it was fantastic. I fully intend to do that again. And this isn’t my idea of BDSM. Do you see cuffs? Or whips?”
She shook her head.
“This is just a little game I thought we’d both enjoy. You don’t have to play.” He gave her a compelling, hopeful glance as he squeezed her breasts. “But if you don’t, you’re going to miss out on a whole lot of fun.”
Emily had to smile. He was such a little boy sometimes. A demanding, controlling little boy, but a child all the same. He wasn’t even aware when he was bossing her around in bed, it came so naturally.
She remembered his words in the restaurant: ‘I’m pretty sure people can have fun and make love at the same time. I admit, it’s not my usual thing. You’re teaching me.’
Emily shut her eyes. The feel of his breath on her neck, and his calloused palms and fingers toying with her nipples; the sensation of being taken over, and overwhelmed by him filled her senses.
For a moment her mind went back to Cabo, when Paul used his Dom voice and Dom look. She flushed and trembled as a shudder of arousal went through her.
Paul instantly noticed her response. He tilted his head and gave her a mischievous grin. Then he held up her toys, one in each hand. The nipple clamps spun and sparkled in the candlelight.
“C’mon, rabbit. Let’s play a game. You know you want to.”
Emily giggled. He was so damn cute when he was playful and happy. It was a side of him that, until recently, she’d rarely seen.
“Yes, Paul. More than life itself,” she said, making the tone of her voice dry and ironic. “I really want to play.”
Epilogue
A month later….
Tom Jarman was visited by his lawyer before he left the hospital, where he signed a new Will. His prodigal son, Paul, was the only beneficiary. Apparently Paul, the wayward sheep, had been welcomed back into fold. Now the two men got on better than ever.
Tom was able to return home, two weeks later. People who had close brushes with death often made sweeping changes in their life. In Emily’s opinion, it wasn’t just the heart attack that made the difference. Keeping that secret had taken its toll, but reconciling with his son had changed his whole outlook.
The first thing he did when he got home was buy himself a Nissan GT-R Black Edition. It was a coupe, but according to Tom, there was no more desirable ride. “This is the bomb,” he’d informed Emily, and she believed him. The car was HOT.
No longer so intimidating and aloof, Paul’s dad was a new man.
Emily and Paul had been looking for somewhere to live. They planned to move in together, as their relationship continued to grow. Jai and Marilyn were still an item. Emily was always pleasant to Marilyn, but she wasn’t her favorite person. Hell, she wasn’t even in her top one thousand favorite people. Generally speaking, Emily liked everyone. But there was just something about Marilyn.
Paul drove them in Emily’s car on the way to her mother’s house, because his dad had traded in the Volvo. For some reason, her mother asked them over. She said that she wanted to talk to them about something.
Her mom had improved so much. That was another thing for Emily to be happy about.
“I wonder why mom asked us to visit?”
Paul slanted her a look. “You have no idea?”
“Nope.”
“Are you excited about tonight?”
“Are you?”
Their eyes met for a moment, and they both grinned. They’d become regulars at The Basement, and had a set of clothes to change into when they arrived there tonight. Their closest friends, that they saw sometimes as much as twice a week, were John and Kelly Flynn.
True to his word, Paul had slowly and carefully brought Emily into the D/s lifestyle. She understood now, why it had been such an obsession for him. BDSM addiction wasn’t a problem for Paul anymore.
Now, they were addicted to each other.
She could imagine someone talking to her, twenty years from now, saying, “You’ve been with the same guy for twenty years? Isn’t that boring?”
Emily could almost hear her answer, “Not yet!”
The thing was that sex with Paul was different every time. It wasn’t like he planned out big scenes, although sometimes he did. Emily felt her cheeks heat, and her pulse speed up as she recalled some of those scenes. Particularly, the one he’d come up with last night.
They got to her family home, and Emily let them in. Beauty timidly snuck over to greet them, but there was no sign of her mom.
To her surprise the doorbell rang. Emily opened the door, astonished to see André Chevalier.
“André!” she said. “Come in. What are you doing here?”
Her dear friend came inside. Paul smiled, shook his hand, and greeted André warmly. The attractive Frenchman was well-dressed, as always. André had told her that he considered his wardrobe a form of art. Well, he certainly was an artist.
Even casually dressed, he made blue jeans look like Armani.
To Emily’s complete surprise, the normally shy Beauty, boldly came up to him, wagged her tail, and snuffled excitedly at André’s feet. André promptly squatted down, and speaking of host of French words, he pet her, and showered her with affection, as her tongue lolled out, and she shivered with pleasure.
André looked up at Emily, from where he was stroking the dog, noting her surprise. He gave her a grin that was full of natural charisma and charm. “Beauty, she is female, no?” He shrugged with casual nonchalance, and an odd smile played about his lips. “Women love me.”
Emily grinned and cocked an eyebrow at him, amused by his arrogance, and the flagrant honesty of his statement.
André’s eyes brightened with sensual pleasure, or perhaps from a memory. His voice was warm as he said, “And, me? Je vous assure, I adore women.”
Paul shot Emily a look, and they both smiled.
Emily’s mother came down the stairs then, wearing a distinctive, silver-gray floral dress. The lace-like fabric was elegant. She matched this look with classic black heels, and understated jewelry.
Emily’s jaw dropped. Mature, intelligent, and dressed with style – her mom was a knockout.
What the hell?
“Mon Dieu, you are most enchanting, Carolyn,” André said, a flash of admiration in his eyes.
André moved toward her mother, removing a small suitcase from her hand. Emily hadn’t seen the suitcase until then. Taking her mother’s palm in his own, André kissed it graciously. Placing an arm around her waist, he moved to guide her toward the door.
“What’s going on?” Emily and Paul said simultaneously, shock and alarm in their voices.
“I’m spending the weekend in Las Vegas, with André,” Carolyn said. “That’s why I asked you to come, Emily. To tell you to be sure to look after Beauty, while I’m away.”
There was a long, uncomfortable pause in the conversation, while all four people in the room, looked upon one another. Emily felt a daunting pressure to speak, but was unsure of what to say.
Meeting Paul’s gaze, she knew that he felt exactly as awkward as she did.
Just when Emily felt that she might actually scream if someone didn’t say something, André and her mother looked at each other, and suddenly burst out laughing.
“Merde! Did you see the expression on their faces?” André said gesticulating with his hands excitedly, while g
rinning broadly at Emily’s mother.
“Yes!” Carolyn giggled. “Oh, Lord, I wish I’d taken pictures!”
“It was a little joke,” André explained, turning toward Emily. “Of a certainty, it was most amusing, for Carolyn and myself, n'est-ce pas? And for you?” He gazed at Emily and Paul, and shrugged. “It was not so funny.”
Reeling, Emily could only blink and nod her head in agreement with that understatement. Paul, making no attempt to hide his irritation, scowled.
André tilted his head, and gave them a boyish grin. “There is a celebration at my home this weekend. I asked your mother to attend. There is someone I wish her to meet. And so, I play the matchmaker. It is one of my newer roles, but I flatter myself that I am not inept.”
His gaze moved to Emily’s mother. “Eh bien, the inestimable Carolyn and I, intend to enjoy ourselves.”
With that, the two of them happily said their goodbyes. Gaily chatting together like best friends, they pet Beauty, and left, shutting the door behind them.
Paul frowned at Emily. “Do you think your mom has any idea what she’s getting herself into?”
“God knows. Whatever happens, I expect that André will sort it out. He’s a good guy.”
“Hey, the house is empty.” Paul raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively. “Shall we have a little celebration of our own?”
“What? A quickie? Before we go to The Basement?”
Paul beamed with a heart-stopping grin. “Sure, why not?” He held out his hand, palm up to her.
“Why not, indeed.” Giggling, Emily took his hand, and followed Paul as he led her upstairs to her bedroom.
The End
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