We need to talk tomorrow. It feels like things have shifted, and we need to address it. What if he wants more? Can I give him any more of myself? Just being in the same bed as Bain feels weird. The last man I shared a bed with was Sergio, and before that, Beau.
I won't lie; I miss being held, but I understand why Bain said no sleeping together. Why, then, are we here in a one-bedroom villa? I don't believe for a moment that he couldn't find any two-bedroom villas. Turning to face the other way, I'm no sooner falling asleep than an arm comes around me, and I'm pulled to the other side of the bed.
"You sleep here tonight…" Bain whispers in my ear when I stiffen.
I wait until he's done snuggling up behind me before I let my body relax. I'm not opposed to this, and when his arm moves and his hand cups my breast, I grin and close my eyes. This isn't so bad, and honestly, what can one night hurt?
Thirteen
Bain
She used her safe word.I was shocked, to say the least, but at the same time—I'm proud of her for doing so. I've always wondered if she just allowed me to do the things I do to her because she knows I like doing them. Her using the safe word relieves me of that notion. That being said, it does nothing for this damn hard-on I'm sporting at the moment.
Sending her to the only bedroom in the Villa, I go to the kitchen to try and find something to drink. I search high and low, but I come up empty-handed. I pass the bedroom on my way to the small den and stop just outside when I see Ryan through the gap in the door.
She's oblivious to the door being open as she moves around the room. I should give her some privacy, yet I can't make myself move away. Ryan stops by the bed and peels off the lace dress I ordered for her. She was stunning in it, and I did everything I could to keep my hands to myself all night tonight.
That ass!I groan inwardly as she finishes removing the dress and stands up. It's the perfect shape and calls out for my firm hand. I want to see the pretty pink I like after a good spanking. Just thinking about it has me cupping myself over my pants because its throbbing is becoming too much.
I walk away and head to the den, but my mind isn't on the liquor at the moment. I barely make it in the door before I close it and brace myself against the wall with my hand. My other hand has already started working the opening to my dress pants and pulling my swollen cock out.
My length is heavy in my hand as I start pumping it leisurely. I close my eyes and let my thoughts go to the woman consuming them lately. My hand picks up the pace, and soon, I'm full-out fucking it. All I have to do is recall the image of my pretty girl's ass, and I'm coming in a matter of seconds.
I lean my forehead against the wall, taking in deep breaths as I slowly come down from that high.What the fuck is happening to me? This isn't me.Bain Huntley does not lose his shit like this!Pushing away from the wall, I tuck myself back in and grab some tissue off a nearby table, wiping up the evidence of what I know may be the beginning of my downfall. Ryan Hendricks was supposed to be off-limits. She's my stepdaughter, for fuck's sake, but I can't for the life of me stay away from her. She is the perfect submissive to my Dominance, and I don't think there will ever be another like her.
Ryan reminds me so much of Chloe; it's scary, actually. My son chose well when choosing someone to spend his life with. It's too bad he walked away, because Ryan is such an amazing woman.Shit! Why am I even thinking about this?I don't like reminding myself that I'm now fucking someone my son was in love with… It's wrong. I. Just. Can't. Help. Myself.
Finding a slip of paper, I scribble out a note and fold it in half. Without thinking twice, I slip into the bedroom while Ryan is in the shower and place the note on the bed. I walk over to the bathroom door and listen, but all I can hear is water splashing. Taking a few steps back, I turn, and leave the room.
The club is packed, but what would one expect on a Friday night in Florence? This club isn't much different from the one I frequented in the States. It's one of the reasons why I chose this one for membership. They are strict with their rules and are very good at keeping the whole place clean. You can lick the damn floor and not taste one speck of dirt.
Finding a seat at the bar, I wait for the bartender to finish with his customer before waving him over and ordering a whiskey sour. The club's two-drink rule is perfect for what I want tonight. I told Ryan in the note that I wouldn't be long; I just needed a drink after what had taken place earlier.How do you think Ryan feels. She hasn't been able to have a release in days.I lecture myself, but I know that she will thank me for making her wait once I bring her here tomorrow night.
"Ah, Master Bain. I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow night." A gorgeous woman walks up to me and air kisses both cheeks. Her heavy accent is sexy as hell, but Domina is all for the women who frequent this club.
Chuckling, I lift my almost empty glass to my lips and take a sip before replying, "That's the plan anyway, but I needed to get away from my pretty girl before I say,fuck itand take her before it's time."
"I never said you couldn't fuck your submissive, Master Bain," the Domme says, smirking. "I just instructed you not to let her come for a few days. Of course, you don't have to listen to me, but if you want her to have the full experience—well, it's best if she's needy by the time you bring her to me."
I run my hand over my face and sigh, "Oh, she's needy, alright."
The gleam in Domina's eye serves as a reminder that this woman knows exactly what she's doing. And, honestly, I should be ashamed of myself. Ryan doesn't know why I've been edging her, just that it has something to do with me bringing her here. She's taken it very well, and the fact that she made it this long before finally cutting me off tells me just how strong-minded she is. Then there is me. A fucking kid who's just hit puberty who couldn't wait one fucking day to have a release; I had to come on a damn wall because my womandeniedme.
I groan and then motion for the bartender to fill my glass up.Just because she's my submissive doesn't make Ryan my woman. I'm also the pot calling the kettle black. I've been denying Ryan for days, and she only denied me once.Grabbing my glass, I take a much bigger swig from it than the sips I've been taking.
Domina motions for someone to come over. "Master Bain, why don't you let Kitty help you where your pretty girl wouldn't."
My stool swivels to the side, and a pretty blonde wearing cat ears, a collar, and a cat tail butt plug, starts rubbing up against me while Domina gropes the young woman from behind. I grab hold of Kitty's hands and remove them from my thighs.
"Thank you, Domina, Kitty, but I didn't come here to play. I've got my own submissive, and I don't mess around with anyone else while I have one." I'm irritated that Domina would even try this when she knows how I do things.
"I'm only trying to help relieve some of your ache, Master Bain," the Domme states as she brings her arms around Kitty and cups her sex. "I don't mind sharing my subs; you know this."
This I do, and I've taken her up on her offers whenever I was between one of my own, but I treat my subs the way I would treat a wife or girlfriend. Unless I'm training or punishing a submissive, I will not touch another. I watch the two women grope each other before they turn to head to one of the rooms in the back. Seeing Domina lean in and say something to the bartender, she then clips a leash to Kitty's collar and walks her to the back.
"Oh, good God—how much did I drink last night?" I grab a pillow and throw it over my head to block out the bright morning light, but then I hear a giggle and pull the pillow away. Opening only one eye, I see Ryan sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a cup of coffee and grinning. "What has you so chipper, pretty girl?"
"Oh, I don't know... Just knowing that I didn't wake up with a hangover has me pretty chipper," she says before bringing the steaming mug of coffee to her lips.