All Grown Up Read online

  “Every inch of you is a delicious morsel, you sassy girl.” He wiped his hands on another hand towel and reached for the lube. “Bend your knees.” Steven scoured her face for any hint that she’d changed her mind. He almost wished she’d safeword, not that he didn’t want to take her ass. Hell, he’d dreamed about it for more years than he cared to remember. He just needed to know that she would stop their play if it became too intense.

  Once his fingers were well lubed, he placed first one, then a second into her ass. “Promise me, Brianna, that you’ll safeword if you need to.”

  “I promise, Steven.” Her eyes met and held his.

  The air rushed from his lungs. He believed her. What a tremendous relief it was to trust her again. “Thank you, Brianna.” He felt his throat clogging with emotion and pushed it away. “I think my subbie wants me to taste her pussy. Am I right?”

  Her eyes grew wide and she nodded.

  Steven slid backward toward the end of the bed. Lying with his stomach barely on the mattress, he locked an arm over Brianna’s tummy. She was a first-class wiggler and he needed a way to keep her from getting hurt. Once he had her confined, he lowered his lips to her mound and placed gentle, teasing kisses just above her clit.

  She bucked and tried to force his mouth lower, but he resisted. Chuckling at her antics, he gave her a gentle nip. “Be still.”

  Carefully, he began to move his fingers in and out. At first her expression was wary, but she quickly found the rhythm and they fell into the perfect pattern. His tongue circled her clit as he added a third finger in her ass. She moaned and arched her back as much as his arm would allow, but didn’t miss a beat. She met his every stroke.

  Twisting his wrist, he found she was stretched and ready. As much as he’d like to give her an orgasm, he knew keeping her on the edge would make her first time a little easier. Steven gave her clit a little more attention then pulled his fingers from her and wiped them on the towel.

  “You’re sure you want to try this, baby?”

  Her confident smile sent his balls jumping.

  “Yes, Master. Take my ass.”

  Damn, he was a lucky man. He slid a condom down the length of his cock and lubed it well before applying more at her opening. “It’s a little rough going in. Try to stay relaxed. As I push in, you need to push outward just like you did with the plug. Okay?”

  “Shouldn’t I be on all fours? That’s the way I’ve always seen it done.” She was nibbling on her lip.

  “No, baby. I want to see your face. This position will work well.”

  “Okay. I’m ready.” She looked a bit nervous, but eager.

  He slid in about an inch. Brianna’s hands flew down to her sides and gripped the sheets. She couldn’t hide her grimace, though he suspected she was trying to. “You’re doing great, pretty girl. The worst part is over. Focus on relaxing your muscles. As soon as they unclench, the discomfort will go away.”

  She tipped her head back on the bed and took a few deep, calming breaths. Within a moment or two, her hands let the sheet fall to the bed. “Discomfort, huh? A hangnail is discomfort, this was on a slightly different scale, Steven.” She laughed.

  “Do you want to stop? Just say the word, baby. We don’t have to do this now or ever.” He was holding still, waiting for her decision. Whether they stopped or not, he loved that she was teasing him.

  “No, it’s better now. We can keep going.”

  She looked up at him with such trust, his heart was in his throat. He held out his left hand and was pleased when she immediately took it. Before he moved, he began massaging her clit. Lube and arousal were the keys to her pleasure and he planned to use generous amounts of both.

  Slowly, he inched in a little farther. The hold she had on his hand tightened, but she was moving with him. Her eyes were dilated and wetness was flowing from her pussy. “How are you doing, Bri?”

  A naughty smile lit her face. “I like it, Master!”

  He let out a sigh of relief. He’d been so afraid he’d hurt her. Technically, she’d been ready, but he would have liked to have had her use the plugs for a while and get used to being stretched. “I’m glad, baby. You’re so tight, you’re killing my control.”

  Brianna giggled and slid a little farther down his cock. Tentatively, she lightly squeezed her muscles around him.

  Steven laughed, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. His girl was having fun. “You’re being very naughty, pretty girl.” He took her clit between his thumb and index finger. Knowing exactly what it would do to her, he began to massage and stroke her most sensitive spot.

  Her hand squeezed his and a look of panic crossed her face. “I need to come.”

  “Go ahead, pretty girl.” Steven knew she couldn’t hold back even if she tried. He might be a dominant asshole at times, but he wasn’t cruel. He’d never set an unrealistic expectation.

  Her muscles gripped his cock with unexpected force, causing his orgasm to tear through him, stealing any possible control he had left. He surged into her. Leaning forward, he captured her lips. Afraid his weight was too much, he held her close and rolled them both on his back. As the aftershocks continued to wreak havoc through his body, he kissed her, pouring every ounce of love he had into it.

  He held her tight as she floated back to earth. Everything was happening so fast. It was hard to believe a week ago, she’d been the one that had gotten away. A cold pang of fear shot through him at the idea of ever returning to that half-life he’d lived during those six horrible years. When his days were through, he prayed he went first because he never wanted to live without her again.

  “Steven, I had no idea it would be like that. Holy shit, that was intense.” She giggled. “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”

  He chuckled, wishing he could disagree, but it was true. She’d squeezed him harder than he thought possible. She was likely to be very sore in the morning. “We’ll get you in the bath. That will help a little.”

  “I’m not worried about it, Steven. It’ll be a sweet reminder.” She tipped her head back and looked into his eyes. “You’ve given me such a wonderful evening, thank you.”

  He shrugged. “I’ve given you a couple of orgasms. You gave me your ass.” He grinned like an idiot, taking the mood to the lighter side.

  Brianna smacked his shoulder and shook her head. “You’re so bad. What am I going to do with you?”

  “Love me.” He tipped his head back on the bed, never wanting the evening to end.

  “I do.”

  “Just keep practicing that phrase. You’re going to need it soon.” Slowly, he pulled his cock from her body.

  Brianna gasped and clutched his shoulder. “Oh yeah, I’m sore.”

  “Come on, baby, let’s get you into the tub.”

  She rolled off him and onto the bed. “You worry too much.”

  “That’s my job. I worry so you don’t have to. Stay here, Bri, while I fill the tub again.” Steven slipped out of bed.

  Brianna pulled a pillow under her head but fought the urge to close her eyes. The evening had been too perfect. She was afraid if she fell asleep she’d wake up and discover it had all been a dream. It made no sense, but there it was. Her ass felt tender and slightly worse for wear, but her orgasm had been fucking phenomenal. Despite the “discomfort”, as Steven put it, she’d definitely do it again.

  “Come on, pretty girl.” Steven pulled her into his arms and began carrying her into the bathroom.

  “I love being in your arms, but I am capable of walking.” She’d smiled so much in the last two days her cheeks hurt. Being with Steven was just plain fun.

  “Yes, I know. You have the sexiest walk I’ve ever seen, especially in those fuck-me boots. I think I might talk to Sean about rescinding the no-shoe rule at the club. Those boots are amazing.” He set her down on the edge of the tub.

  After she gingerly sat down, she complained about the club policy. “I was so pissed when I learned about that. Those boots
really kick off my PVC outfit.”

  “You’re too far away.” He held out his hands.

  She allowed him to pull her up then she snuggled between his legs with her back against his chest.

  “Oh baby, you were rocking the house without the boots. I’m a very lucky man to have my collar around your neck.”

  “How often do you give demos?”

  Steven was quiet for a few moments. “Did you have a problem being the model? I can get Luke or a few of the other Doms to take them over until we find a long-term solution.” He sounded patient and concerned for her.

  “No, just the opposite. I don’t know what was different at Cat Tails than at the other clubs we’ve played in, but I enjoyed it.” She’d felt a part of something, as if she could make friends and be comfortable there.

  “They’re good people. I really enjoy my job.” His tone made it sound like he wasn’t finished. A few moments later, he continued. “If it bothers you, though, I can look for something else.”

  “No, Steven, I don’t mind. Why should I? If you’re happy that’s all that matters.”

  “Give it some thought, Bri. Your parents aren’t going to be overjoyed if you marry a sex-club manager.” His voice held a measure of amusement.

  She laughed. “There’s some truth in that, but once they get to know you and understand you’re my ‘happily-ever-after’ they won’t care. I’m all grown up, Steven. I don’t live my life to please my family. If you enjoy your job…then everyone else can just be happy for us or keep their opinions to themselves.”

  He hugged her tighter. “You’re a very strong woman. Which only proves once again just how blessed I am you chose to submit to me.”

  His statement could be taken a couple of different ways and she wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by it. “Steven…you were right when you refused to be in a Master/slave arrangement. I wouldn’t have been able to uphold it.”

  “I’ve never wanted that kind of control. I want a life partner, someone willing to speak her mind.” He tenderly kissed below her ear and down her neck.

  Oh thank God. “I want you to have control in the bedroom, but I need to know my thoughts and opinions are valued. Like shopping today, I really appreciate that you asked for my ideas and took them to heart. You do like what we picked out, don’t you?” She turned slightly so she could see his face.

  “I love what we bought. It’s going to turn that cold house into our home. I can’t wait until it all arrives.” He sounded like he was drifting off.

  She craned her neck and kissed his cheek. For the first time, she felt that she could disagree with him and he would listen. She shook her head at her own internal dialogue. No, that wasn’t fair. He’d never given her reason to feel like that. If she was going to be fair about it, her insecurities kept her from speaking her mind.

  “Are you ready to grab some shut-eye, pretty girl?”

  He was already slipping off to sleep. She stood and stepped back, giving him room. She watched as he gracefully took to his feet. Proving he was a gentleman, he pulled a towel from the rack and draped it over her shoulders before grabbing one for himself.

  After he climbed out, he steadied her, making sure she didn’t slip. It was silly. She was perfectly capable of getting out of a tub without assistance, but the simple gesture gave her a warm, cared-for feeling.

  Steven took her towel and patted a few remaining drips of water off her thighs before tossing both towels into the wicker basket on the ledge beside the tub.

  She took his hand and walked with him back to the bedroom.

  “Lie down, pretty girl. We have a big day ahead tomorrow.”

  Instead of lying beside her, he used the lotion to give her an all-over body rub. It was good to be queen.

  Chapter Nine

  Steven stood beside Brianna, staring down her corset as she sat at Cat Tails’ bar speaking with Michelle. They’d spent the day dealing with the furniture deliveries. It’d been a long and hectic afternoon without much intimacy. His body had stayed in a perpetual dull ache since they’d left the hotel. As soon as Bri and Michelle stopped talking shop, he planned to pull her into a privacy room.

  Sean came up behind Steven and patted him on the back. “If you have a moment, let’s grab a table by the stage.”

  He kissed Brianna on the top of the head. “I’ll be back soon.”

  Steven followed Sean to a table near the back, away from the other members. “What’s up?” Steven asked, as he pulled a chair around backward and sat down.

  “How is it going with Brianna? Is she okay with doing the demos?” Sean cut straight to the chase.

  Steven nodded. “Yes, we’ve talked at length about the demos. She’s fine with it.” He shrugged his shoulders, knowing he’d never be able to put into words just how right being with Brianna felt. “In many ways, it’s like those lost years never happened. We’re finding our way.”

  “I had no idea who she was when we hired her or I would have discussed it with you first.” Sean was giving him the once-over and probably noted the dark circles under Steven’s eyes.

  “I know you would have. It’s all good. I’ll admit when I first found out she’d been hired, I was pissed, but I understand the way it went down. It’s no problem.” Steven appreciated that Sean wanted to touch base with him. “We’re exclusive so she’ll be my only model. Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Hell no. We can always draw on some of the more experienced members if we get into a bind. Luke and Brian have volunteered. Given some time, Michelle may decide she wants to. She was watching your demo last night and she had some questions afterward. It’s the first time that’s happened. I think she liked the fact that Brianna was wearing a kimono.” Sean got a goofy smile on his face. “And the rope was certainly a factor.”

  Steven gave him a knowing smile. It seemed both their women enjoyed the feel of hemp. “When the time’s right, I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

  “I was going to say that’s a bit fast, but I guess that would seem hypocritical coming from me. You’ve certainly known Brianna longer than I’ve known Michelle, but are you sure whatever happened the first time has been fully resolved?”

  “We’re getting there.” Steven tried to find a way to make the long story short. “I was, unknowingly, feeding her insecurities. When she took off, she moved to North Carolina and was living with an old college roommate. The last couple years or so, she’d been looking for me, but like me, she’d focused her search in New York and its bedroom communities. Then last month, her roommate came here as a guest and we scened together.”

  Sean winced. “Ouch. How much trouble did that cause you?”

  Steven gave his friend a cockeyed grin. “Not as much as you’d think. She said, quote, ‘you were a man-whore when I met you and I expected you to return to your old ways’. She was more upset that I couldn’t remember the girl’s name.” He shook his head. “I’d think that was a good thing, but what do I know?”

  Raising his hands, Sean gave his friend the I have no clue look. “Well, I’m happy for ya. She seems like a sweet girl and Michelle likes her a lot. I could see those two causing all sorts of trouble for us.”

  “I don’t mind a little trouble and I’m glad Bri has someone here to talk to.” That I haven’t scened with. “She’s moved in with me. We bought some actual furniture and spent the day setting up housekeeping.”

  “I don’t know why you didn’t hire an interior decorator and do that months ago, but I guess it worked out.” Sean was still scrutinizing Stephen.

  “What is it, Sean? Just spit it out.” He was starting to get worried.

  “Liz filed a wrongful termination suit against the club. She wants her job reinstated and back pay, but so far no other damages. I’ve turned it over to Aiden.”

  Steven wasn’t surprised, but he still felt a cold sense of dread. “He’s a good attorney. I’m glad you have him on retainer for the club business. What’s his opinion?” If Sean hired her back, S
teven would have no choice but to leave. He wouldn’t have Brianna in a situation like that.

  “He said we’re screwed either way. If we hire her back, which I refuse to do, and she assaults another member we could be liable because we knew she had a propensity for violence and allowed her to continue working here. He suggested we ask Brianna to file a police report. Do you think she’d be willing to talk to Tyler?” Sean spoke as if the matter didn’t overly bother him.

  “Tyler Jones? Isn’t he the officer who dealt with the attack against Michelle?” Steven had been surprised Michelle was willing to come back to the club after all the crap that had happened to her. Sean had even talked of selling the club. That’s when Steven had realized just how much Michelle meant to Sean. He assumed Michelle had talked Sean out of selling.

  Sean nodded. “He and several of his fellow officers have become members.”

  Steven had always been amazed at Sean’s ability to bring in new people. Pretty much every month they had eight or ten new members. “She knew it was a possibility, I don’t think she’ll have a problem with it. I’ll run it past her.” Steven nodded toward the couch. “Who is that? I’ve seen him a few times, but he keeps to himself.”

  Sean looked in the direction Steven had indicated. “His name is Brett Mercer. Does that last name ring a bell?”

  Steven raised his eyebrow. “Yeah, it does. Mercer owns high-dollar property up and down the eastern seaboard. They even owned the high-rise where I lived in New York.”

  “Not they…he.”

  Steven mouthed oh shit!

  Sean chuckled. “Yeah, he gives my family a run for their money. He’s been a member for almost a year now, but it wasn’t until about a month ago that he started coming regularly. He doesn’t talk much, but he follows the rules and is polite with other members. From what I’ve observed, I think he has it bad for Alexis.”

  Now it was Steven’s turn to wince. “I don’t think she’s ready for anything serious and that guy has controlling asshole written all over him.”